193: Chapter 193 Come on, Grandma, let me show you what the Heavenly Sword of Love truly is!

Xiao Nianyin's bloody cold light, carrying monstrous resentment and madness, tore through the air and arrived in an instant.

A life-risking strike from a Saint Realm Cultivator burning their Origin; its power was enough to change the world's appearance.

The Bloody Baleful Qi wrapped around the ice crystal longsword was as solid as substance. Wherever it passed, even space was frozen and sliced, making a tooth-aching "crack-crack" sound.

This sword strike had no technique left, only the obsession to destroy everything.

However, facing this lethal pounce capable of heavily injuring or even killing a fellow Saint Realm, the snow-haired Little Girl just sighed softly, and the last trace of playfulness and helplessness on her small face vanished.

She shook her head, looking at the demon-like Xiao Nianyin with an almost pitying gaze, and said softly:

"Obstinate and unruly."

"I told you not to practice that mind-disturbing Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art. Look, extreme Yang must decline; a perfectly good Yang-attribute technique has now begun to transform into Yin."

"If someone like you had Dual Cultivated properly with Xiao Yuer before, how could you have fallen to this state today?"

"Now you even dare to clamor at me? It seems that just preaching with words won't get through to you, girl."

The moment she finished speaking, the Little Girl slowly raised her snow-white, jade-like right hand.

Her movement was still very slow and casual, as if reaching out to catch a falling snowflake.

But at the very moment she raised her hand—

"Buzz—!!!"

An indescribable "Intent," like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, suddenly spread out with her as the center!

That wasn't a spiritual energy fluctuation or a pressure-based intimidation, but a... primal call directed at the Origin of all "sword" existences!

In an instant, within the entire range of the Hehuan Sect, all Disciples and Elders carrying longswords or practicing the way of the sword felt the Natal Sword weapons they held, carried on their backs, or even nurtured within their Dantians, let out a high-pitched, clear hum in unison!

Within that humming sound, there was actually an uncontrollable excitement and... submission!

"What's going on? My Azure Frost Sword is trembling!"

"Not good! My natal Flying Sword is about to break free from my control!"

"Mine too!"

Exclamations rose from all sides.

In the next moment, a spectacle that all Hehuan Sect members would never forget in their lives appeared—

Around the Law Execution Platform, in the spectator stands, in the Immortal Caves on distant peaks, and even within the Restrictions of the Sect's treasury... tens of thousands of sword lights of different colors and attributes, as if hearing a king's summons, broke free from their Masters' control, the scabbards' restraints, and the Formations' imprisonment, turning into streaks of light and converging towards the sky above the Law Execution Platform—towards the direction where the snow-haired Little Girl raised her hand!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!"

The sound of breaking air was constant.

In just three breaths, a dense ocean of swords was already suspended above the Law Execution Platform!

Longswords, shortswords, heavy swords, soft swords, ice swords, fire swords, lightning swords... all kinds, with grades ranging from the lowest mortal iron and refined steel to Magic Treasure Flying Swords emitting powerful fluctuations, and even several ancient swords with obscure auras that were clearly the lifebloods of the Elders, all hung there quietly, their tips slightly lowered towards the Little Girl, as if worshipping their "King."

Ten Thousand Swords Acknowledging the Sect!

The entire Hehuan Sect, every object that could be called a "sword," whether owned or unowned, regardless of grade, was all here!

Although the Hehuan Sect was famous for its Charm Techniques and Dual Cultivation, the Sword Cultivator lineage also had its Legacy.

At this moment, all Sword Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, looked dumbfounded at their empty hands or sensed the sword weapons that were connected to their minds but no longer obeyed orders. What surged in their hearts was not only shock, but also a tremor and awe originating from sword dao instinct—what level of Sword Intent was required to trigger ten thousand swords to come and pay homage spontaneously?

Xiao Nianyin's determined pounce could not help but stall before this magnificent scene of ten thousand swords suspended in the air.

She widened her eyes, looking at the ocean of swords covering the sky above her head. Her ice-blue pupils shrank violently, and her crazed killing intent was temporarily suppressed by an even deeper horror.

She practiced the Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art; although she wasn't a pure Sword Cultivator, she had dabbled in the sword dao, and could clearly feel that every suspended sword now flowed with a wisp of "Sword Spirituality" that shared the same Origin as the ice crystal longsword in her hand, yet was countless times more vast and pure!

The Little Girl turned a blind eye to the shock and clamor below, as if summoning ten thousand swords was just casually dusting off her sleeves.

She pressed her fingers together into a sword gesture and gave a light beckon towards the dense array of sword weapons in the void.

"Clang—!"

An extremely clear sword chime, as if it could cleanse the Soul, rang out.

It wasn't emitted by any single sword, but by all the sword weapons above vibrating in harmony!

With this sword chime, the last trace of childishness on the Little Girl's face completely vanished, replaced by a detachment and majesty that looked down upon all living beings and disregarded eternity.

Her amber eyes looked at Xiao Nianyin, who was stuck in mid-air with a changing expression. Her voice was cold, without a hint of jest:

"Xiao Yinzi, it seems your Master back then only taught you how to Cultivate and didn't teach you how to write the word 'Awe'."

"With your half-baked Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art and that amateurish sword technique you realized from some god-forsaken corner, you dare to draw your sword before me?"

She paused, a wisp of silver-white Sword Qi flickering at her fingertips, and the ten thousand swords around her trembled slightly.

"Come, today Great-Grandmother is in a decent mood, so I'll make an exception and let you, this incompetent junior Sect Master, open your eyes."

"Let you witness what is truly..."

The Little Girl's voice suddenly rose, clear as a phoenix's cry reaching the nine heavens, echoing through heaven and earth:

"The. Real. One. Sword. Of. Emotional. Heaven!"

Before her voice finished, her joined sword fingers swept towards Xiao Nianyin's direction in a seemingly casual and understated manner.

The movement was very light and gentle, not even stirring a breeze.

There was no earth-shaking explosion of spiritual power, no brilliant sword light tearing through space, not even the most basic sound of Sword Qi breaking through the air.

It was as if a child was just boredly tracing a line in the air.

Around the Law Execution Platform, many Disciples and even Elders showed confused or even slightly disappointed expressions.

That was it? Summoning ten thousand swords with such grand momentum, and the result was just such a soft stroke?

Could the scene of Ten Thousand Swords Acknowledging the Sect just now have been some clever illusion or achieved through some unknown extraordinary treasure?

This Little Girl... could she really be a paper tiger, just putting on a show?