Chapter 152.1: If I Summon My Golden Core, How Will You Deal With It?
The slaughter began in an instant.
The grand palace master calmly stepped forward, shouting, "Bright Formation of the Nine Heavens!"
Brilliance descended from above the nine heavens. Basking in radiance, he became incomparably sacred.
With utter devotion in their gazes, the second and third palace masters flew into the firmament. "Summon our Radiant Sword!"
As their voices rang out, the fifty-plus Violet Palaces below grew solemn, shouting in unison, "Summon our Radiant Sword!"
They became translucent, boundless radiance spreading across them, reminiscent of a saint. White light came with every sweep of their sleeves. Like fireflies, they rose into the sky, each radiating their own glow.
Over a thousand cultivators let out a roar all at once.
"Radiant Sword, guard our Bright Palace!"
"Indestructible Shield, repel all demons!"
Thousands of light swords floated above the headquarters, like ten thousand blades raining at once. Light, sanctity, devotion, sacrifice—the air was filled with such auras. Every cultivator stood solemn and unafraid of death, as if battling for light itself.
Qi Yuan’s smile froze. He looked at the sacred Bright Palace, then at himself, blood qi surging sky-high. Why did it feel like he was the ultimate villain?
"You shameless thieves who steal the light! I, the Blood-Clothed Sword God, represent justice and light. I will annihilate you! The true lineage of the Radiant Sword lies with me!" Qi Yuan roared, his robe snapping violently in the wind.