"Heavenly Piercing Seven Swords!"
The man hollered and the sword energy within his body rumbled. His Martial Master realm power circulated wildly as his internal energy howled.
Seven gigantic swords appeared hovering in the air behind him, so sharp that they threatened to rip the heavens into pieces!
Heavenly Piercing Seven Swords.
Rank 78 of the previous Phenonon Ranking.
This sword martial artist had clearly gained the true legacy of the Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect. Furthermore, he must have had an extrely deep level of comprehension to be able to train this Martial Master phenonon of the sect.
Martial Master phenonons were the most terrifying attacks of Martial Masters.
The Martial Master phenonons of sword martial artists were even more lethal!
The middle-aged monk had just advanced when the five Great South guards released a combo technique in unison with a tacit understanding.
Their five blades seed to fuse together into a sturdy and massive blade that descended from the skies with an apocalyptic aura!
Additionally, four swords that shimred with a chilling light shot over from four different angles.
Before they arrived, the swords were already letting off an unsettling aura!
The most terrifying attack was the Martial Master phenonon that was just released – Heavenly Piercing Seven Swords!
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Si Junyu howled with a maniacal look.
The middle-aged monk was expressionless against the incoming attacks. His eyes lit up as he opened his mouth, releasing a deafening sound!
"Mm!"
That strange syllable was extrely odd and was definitely not a normal word from any of the recognized languages of this world.
It possessed a noble might when it was spoken by the middle-aged monk!
Even though there was no spirit energy fluctuation from the body of the middle-aged monk, the short verb reverberated through the world continuously as though it could tunnel through any obstacles straight into one's heart!
That verb was a burst that relied rely on the power of his organs, throat, and tongue!
"Hmm?"
"Sound Secret Skill?"
The three Martial Grandmasters in midair were slightly surprised.
Sound secret skills were the rarest secret techniques in the martial world and were extrely difficult to train – only certain super sects and top factions have them.
That Daming Mantra was a renowned secret skill of the Daming Monastery that had been lost for ten thousand years.
The lifespans of Martial Grandmasters were rely a few thousand years old – naturally, none of the three Martial Grandmasters knew of the origin of that secret skill.
On the battlefield, the 10 Martial Masters that were fighting were caught unprepared and shuddered.
The five blades of the Great South guards and four swords of the sword martial artists paused briefly as well.
For ordinary martial artists, that delay might not have seed like anything much.
However, in the eyes of the middle-aged monk, it was a massive opening!
A single delay ant that there was a break in their strength!
The middle-aged monk did not dodge or avoid. Instead, he took the first move and swung his arm like a thick iron whip against the five blades.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
All the blades shattered.
The five Great South guards were shocked.
Right as they were about to retreat, they discovered that the middle-aged monk did not continue to chase them – he had turned towards the four sword martial artists from Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect.
Before the five of them could react, another sound of prayer bood in their ears.
It was truly an explosion.
It was as though thunder had just sounded in their ears!
"Mm!"
All five of them widened their eyes which instantly turned bloodshot as they froze on the spot.
It was as though a gigantic hamr had thumped them at the back of the head, causing them to lose consciousness for a mont.
The four sword martial artists of Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect had initially recovered and were about to continue attacking when they heard the second word.
All four of them revealed pained expressions and winced badly. They could not even maintain their grip on the swords in their hands, let alone continue to attack.
The middle-aged monk charged into the four of them with a cold gaze. Instantly, he threw out four punches in succession and ruptured all of their heads!
In the end, the remaining sword martial artist could not manage to attack as well.
It wasn't because he didn't want to, it was because he couldn't!
The two power words caused him to freeze up and the seven swords behind him swayed before they even materialized fully, showing signs of dispersing!
How could that person attack to deal with the middle-aged monk when he could not even defend himself?
Within a split second, four of his fellow sect mates were dead.
And at that very mont, the middle-aged monk had already arrived before him!
The next mont, his pupils constricted violently!
He could see the middle-aged monk opening his mouth once more!
"Um!"
The third power word had descended!
The first people affected were the five Great South guards that were rooted on the spot.
Grisly fresh blood was already streaming down their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose due to the blow from the three consecutive powerful sounds!
They were bleeding from all orifices!
It seed like the five of them did not have any injuries on their bodies.
However, their brains were already smashed from the vibrations!
All five of them fell stiffly with dim gazes.
The middle-aged monk had not laid his hands on them up till the very end – they were shocked to death by the three powerful sounds!
As for the remaining sword martial artist, his face was pale as a sheet and his eyes were filled with fear.
His Martial Master phenonon was already trembling against the impact of the three power sounds and could disperse at any mont.
He had trained for more than 200 years, been through endless battles, and could also be considered as a genius of Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect.
However, he had never seen anyone fight in such a manner.
There was no spirit energy in the other person's body.
Yet, his power of phenonon was shaken just by the other person's voice!
In other words, if not for the protection of his Martial Master phenonon, he would have been seriously injured against the impact of the three Sanskrit sounds even if he wasn't dead!
The next mont, the middle-aged monk closed in and opened his mouth once again!
"Pa!"
The fourth poweful sound!
The instant the fourth powerful praying sound descended, the middle-aged monk suddenly struck as well and punched the Martial Master phenonon directly!
Snap!
All seven swords were completely snapped!
The remaining Martial Masters felt grimaced at the sight of that in shock.
None of them had ever witnessed such power before!
Martial Master phenonons were the strongest thods available for Martial Masters.
Even top-tier spirit arts might not be able to go against them.
But now, everyone was witnessing soone go against a Martial Master phenonon head-on with his body alone!
The scariest thing was that Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect's Heavenly Piercing Seven Swords could not even withstand a single blow from the person's powerful sounds and punch!
Poof!
The Martial Master phenonon shattered and the last sword martial artist shuddered, coughing up a huge mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged monk did not give him any chance at all and strode forward, tapping him on the throat gently with a finger.
Snap!
The person's throat snapped and he died on the spot!
Si Junyu was completely scared out of his wits.
He had truly not expected that 10 Martial Masters – including an expert who trained a Martial Master phenonon – could not stop the middle-aged monk for a single second!
The entire process sounded long upon narration but in fact, it only took three breaths.
Before Si Junyu could react, the middle-aged monk had already arrived before him!
At that mont, it was too late even if the two Martial Grandmasters, Guan Sui and Troy Sar, wanted to step in and help.
"How dare you!"
Mighty Lord Troy Sar could not help but holler loudly when he saw that.
"Monk, if you dare to kill him, you will definitely die today!"
Guan Sui said coldly.
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