C201 This Is Called Powerful
Chen Ming closed his eyes, gently waving the horsetail whisk in his hand. Bamboo leaves danced through the air like a gentle breeze, and amidst them, Spirit Swords unsheathed and soared towards the towering trees.
A myriad of swords filled the sky, casting a shadow as if to eclipse the sun itself.
Chen Ming, in truth, could not wield control over every Spirit Sword
