A Million Flying Swords

　　A tower constructed of a million flying swords.　　Chen Xia stood atop this towering structure, a faint smile on his face as he flicked his finger, summoning a flying sword to hover beside him.　　The crowd below widened their eyes in shock and awe, some too frightened to speak. It was not only because of Chen Xia but also due to the tower made of a million flying swords.　　They had never seen so many flying swords in their entire lives.　　Even a Sage Sword cultivator wouldn't possess so many flying swords!　　Qin Guan looked at Chen Xia, his body trembling, seemingly plagued by painful memories that surfaced, making him even more fearful, keeping his head lowered, afraid to look at Chen Xia.　　Not a single cultivator dared to meet Chen Xia's gaze; they all bowed their heads, staring at the ground.　　"If no one comments, I'll just take him away," Chen Xia muttered, turning his flying sword to bring Zhen Hu back.　　Bai Jie stood nearby watching, a pleased expression on his face, which suddenly froze.　　Because the flying swords in the sky stopped, unable to approach Zhen Hu.　　"The matter of Victory Mountain is best left uninterfered with by you," a calm voice sounded, accompanied by ripples in the void, from which emerged a robed cultivator in a grand red robe.　　"Who are you?" Chen Xia squinted his eyes, retracting his finger, causing the flying sword to return and hover beside him once more.　　"Just an unnamed fifth-stage Heaven-Filling realm cultivator from Victory Mountain."　　The robed cultivator in the grand red robe smiled lightly, raising his hand, the large red sleeve sliding down to reveal a palm like withered wood, veins bulging as if streams of blood were coursing through them.　　"I will interfere," Chen Xia replied.　　The robed cultivator furrowed his brows and began to explain, "You are a master alchemist, and there's an unknown Quasi-Emperor supporting you from behind. Normally, we would absolutely not wish to offend you, but..."　　He paused, then suddenly clenched his outstretched hand, emitting a bright red mist that corroded the surrounding void before speaking coldly.　　"But if you don't follow reason, Victory Mountain cannot keep yielding."　　"Unreasonable it is, then. Just watch me make you anxious," Chen Xia rolled his eyes, frowning again.　　"You were specifically invited by our Victory Mountain, yet you act like a big shot here, trying to deceive everyone?"　　The robed cultivator's eyebrows tightened but soon relaxed, revealing a smile as he shook his head.　　"Since you insist on this, Victory Mountain cannot be blamed."　　Chen Xia did not respond further.　　Because the space around him began to tremble.　　The void quivered as if struck by something, spreading waves of crimson mist.　　Chen Xia's ears twitched.　　Wind sound!　　He suddenly turned his head; the robed cultivator had appeared behind him without warning, his withered hand reaching toward Chen Xia's head, filled with intense killing intent!　　The million flying swords instantly resonated, sword intent bursting forth like a pillar of light piercing the heavens.　　The sword intent dispersed the crimson mist around him, blocking the robed cultivator's hand.　　Chen Xia spun around, now holding a bronze sword, slashing towards the robed cultivator's head, the sword intent stretching long like moonlight!　　This slash fell.　　Gale-force winds erupted, spiritual energy squeezed out for miles.　　Chen Xia held his sword, standing steadily, a trace of blood on the sword tip, but not much.　　The robed cultivator reappeared at a distance, a fine wound on his cheek, staring intently at the flying sword, nodding.　　"This is an exquisite flying sword. I didn't expect that besides being a master alchemist, you're also a formidable sword cultivator."　　"I am not a sword cultivator," Chen Xia shook his head, "I just have a lot of flying swords."　　That 'a lot' referred to three million flying swords.　　The robed cultivator remained silent, glancing toward the horizon before turning back to Chen Xia, extending both hands, his fingers like withered wood, arms resembling bones.　　His shoulders trembled slightly, shedding the entire red robe, revealing an unnaturally slender body, then addressing Chen Xia.　　"Qin Jia, the tomb guardian of Victory Mountain."　　This introduction signified Qin Jia taking things seriously, unleashing his full might at the fifth stage of Heaven-Filling realm, the pressure causing the surrounding space to collapse, revealing dark voids.　　Chen Xia exhaled, a faint grayish hue beginning to envelop his body, not thick but wrapping around him.　　Bang!　　A sudden thunderous noise erupted, the ground beneath Qin Jia collapsed, and he instantly appeared before Chen Xia, throwing a heavy punch devoid of any technique, akin to a street brawl.　　Chen Xia summoned his flying swords to shield himself, the punch landing on the swords, producing a clanging sound. The power of the fifth stage Heaven-Filling realm shook Chen Xia's arm.　　This was the first strike, a prelude.　　The second attack came swiftly, Qin Jia's fingers hooked, covered in dense crimson mist, breaking through spatial limitations, striking Chen Xia's chest.　　"Crush!" Qin Jia shouted.　　Chen Xia was sent flying several miles, crashing into the ground, plowing a long trench before abruptly stopping.　　Chen Xia stopped with a kick, flipping up, the grayish hue covering more of his body.　　Qin Jia's slender figure remained stationary, eyes locked onto Chen Xia, asking after a moment.　　"Seventh layer Inverse Sea realm?!"　　Chen Xia nodded, his expression calm, "Enough."　　Qin Jia's frown deepened, "Crossing seven minor realms and one major realm to fight me?"　　How could this be?!　　Qin Jia had never heard of such a thing. Even the most talented cultivators could barely cross two or three minor realms.　　How could someone fight across seven minor realms and one major realm?　　This wasn't children fighting adults; this was embryos fighting adults!　　Chen Xia waved his hand, the grayish hue completely enveloping him. He extended one hand, calmly saying,　　"Realm doesn't matter, what counts is combat power."　　Suddenly pulling inward, he murmured,　　"Blood ignite."　　Instantly, his blood boiled, the Heavenly Dragon image rapidly increasing his combat power, multiplying it fivefold.　　Standing still, Chen Xia's back suddenly unfurled white wings, like an unmatched demon, capable of blocking the sunlight merely with its wings.　　A million flying swords rose, gradually reversing direction to surround him, their intents converging, covering the bronze sword, elevating its quality.　　Chen Xia raised the bronze sword, its tip pointing to the sky, causing it to tremble. His tone remained calm as he spoke,　　"Fifth stage Heaven-Filling realm, try to withstand this sword strike?"　　Qin Jia's brows knitted tightly, feeling immense pressure, his hands suddenly clasped together, shouting,　　"Blood rain!"　　Behind him, the sky darkened abruptly, blood rain appearing, carrying intense killing intent, creating a vast image.　　"Begin."　　Chen Xia's hand holding the sword trembled, calmly speaking before suddenly slashing down, a million sword intents surging forth, releasing into the world.　　After this sword strike.　　There was no more blood rain.　　The sky cleared, the earth illuminated!