Zong Ze's seven Flying Swords instantly unsheathed, tracing a seven-colored glow across the sky. Finally, the colors merged into one, forming a giant sword shadow that pierced through the Firmament, heading directly towards the cultivators behind him.

The giant sword stirred the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, forming strands of Sword Qi that instantly locked onto the prince among those cultivators.

Zong Ze knew his current strength was weak and no match for those people, but the one who seemed like their leader was even weaker than him. If he could deal with that person, the situation might improve.

"Huh? This move doesn't seem like something your cultivation level could unleash. Where did that Sword Qi in your body come from?"