Lin Yao saw the wind-scythe hurtling toward the breach. She turned to the youth beside her, her voice sharp. "Junior Brother, let's try that."
Wang Tian looked at the approaching crescent of air, then at his master's silhouette in the sky. He took a deep, heavy breath, his jaw tightening. "Understood, Senior Sister."
With a sudden leap, Wang Tian jumped directly into the middle of the crowded wall, landing right in the path of the incoming gale. He exhaled a long, heavy breath, clearing his mind of any doubt. Placing his hand on the hilt of the Broken Star Sword, he activated his Shattered Sword Physique.
As the crackling qi surged through his hundred and eight sword meridians, he activated Sword Calls Sword, an innate skill granted by the immortal physique.
A high-pitched, sword hum erupted from his body, echoing across the battlefield. Instantly, every physical sword within a hundred paces began to vibrate violently in its sheath.
