Beneath Heavenly Spring Mountain.
Gu Wen sized up the ten Taoist Swords before him, each emanating an extremely terrifying murderous aura and Sword Intent, not even on the same level as those inside Heavenly Spring Mountain.
It was like the difference between a seasoned veteran crawling out from a pile of corpses and a fitness enthusiast—there was no distinction in rank, and Dao Artifacts were not classified by quality. But when it came to practical application, particularly of weapons made for combat, that was an entirely different matter.
These Dao Swords with their sky-high murderous intent were emitting a trace of affectionate sentiment.
Hiss, were they recognizing me as their master?
Gu Wen reached out to touch them when he suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted, as the overwhelming Sword Intent surged directly towards him.
The mind is pleased, but the body resists?