Chapter 1038. The View That Contains a Thousand Birds
“Who are you?” Holy-Sword Emperor asked.
“That is of no concern to you,” Han Sen said.
Holy-Sword Emperor balked and pulled out his sword. Without delay, he thrust forward, taking aim at Han Sen’s forehead.
Han Sen leapt away like a bird, evading the attack with ease.
Holy-Sword Emperor raised his arm and pointed with his fingers. Suddenly, they all took on a life of their own, each one becoming a free-thinking sword. The index finger was thin like a rapier, whereas the middle finger was hefty like a greatsword. The thumb was like a plump dagger.
The five fingers became five different swords, and swiftly, they went after Han Sen.
Holding Bao’er, Han Sen rode the air and dodged every finger that wished to skewer him. Despite the spirit’s grand display of power, none of his attacks found their target
Holy-Sword Emperor was wielding ten swords, one for each finger. Each one weaved between each other, striking with an unbelievable amount of precision and speed. Han Sen did not believe any other spirit he had come across could have managed to achieve such finesse with a weapon.
As Han Sen danced through the air, his mind recalled the birds in the palace.