A peculiar ripple was suddenly spread across the entire Sword Prayer City. As if they were summoned to a location, every sword in the city began to vibrate and let out a sharp ringing sound.

“What's going on?”

“It seems like my blade is no longer under my control.”

“Mine's the same too. I've been refining this fly-sword for decades now and I've always managed to wield it proficiently. Why am I losing control over it now?!”

At the Great Sword Tournament, the swords rang and echoed towards the sky.

Chu Kuangren had also felt a surge of ripple as well. More precisely, he had already sensed it moments before everyone did.

However, the feeling was much more intense now!

The Descendant Self Sword within the sword case was also trembling.

Chu Kuangren retrieved the Descendant Self Sword and caressed its blade gently with his finger. It took a while before the Sacred Sword finally settled down.

However, the swords of the other cultivators were not as easily tamed.

As the ripple became stronger, many swords began to leave their masters by launching themselves upwards and spun around in the air.

The sword cultivators were completely clueless as to what their next step should be.

Then, as the members of the Feng Family looked into a distance, they immediately reacted in horror.

“That's the direction of the Sky Fire Valley!”

“d.a.m.n it, something has happened to the Sword Soul!”

In the valley.

A dazzling stream of sword rays rushed into the air!

In between the sword ray was a transparent and ethereal-like crystal long sword that was charging towards the Great Sword Tournament.

Behind the crystal long sword were three figures chasing after it frantically. Each of them emitted some immensely powerful Daoist Rhymes.

“The Sword Soul is moving towards the Great Sword Tournament!”

“d.a.m.n it, I didn't think this Sword Soul would be so powerful that it could breach the spell we put on it. This is going to be a mess.”

“Hmph, whatever it is, we must capture this Sword Soul!”

“The Sword Soul has no physical body, so it must be heading towards the Great Sword Tournament to attach itself to a sword. Seal the entire venue and make sure no swordsman nor sword escapes!”

A group of black-clothed cultivators was strategizing.

The Sword Soul that they were referring to was exactly that crystal long sword that was charging towards the Great Sword Tournament.

Meanwhile, as if the dozens of long swords that were swirling around in the air had suddenly become excited, they flew towards the direction of the crystal long sword.

Everyone was perplexed.

The cultivators' swords were now behaving like a bunch of l.u.s.tful perverts, and the crystal long sword was their perfect prey.

Clink clank, clink clank, clink clank…

One after another, the swords rushed towards the crystal long sword, like they all wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h it for themselves.

However, due to the sheer amount of swords in the air, they clashed and rubbed against one another, creating bursts of sparks that sent the lower-grade swords shattering into pieces before they fell onto the ground.

The crystal long sword dodged left and right amid the countless weapons. It even released sword qi that sent swords that came close enough flying away.

As numerous sword weapons fought until they 'bleed' in the air, the sword cultivators below could only stare dumbfoundedly at what they were witnessing.

Only a minority of sword cultivators were educated enough to deduce what was happening.

“That's a… Sword Soul!”

“My G.o.d, what's a Sword Soul doing here?”

“Sword Soul…Its existence is extremely sought after by any swordsman! Once a Sword Soul is tamed, it could attach itself to a weapon and speed up the weapon's upgrade exponentially, which would grant it powers that are beyond imagination. It can even make a weapon an Emperor Weapon!”

“What exactly is going on?!”

Sword Souls were rare spiritual creatures that existed in the world; so rare that one could count the number of Sword Souls that had been birthed in the past hundred and fifty thousand years with just one hand.

“Who cares, let's talk about the details once we s.n.a.t.c.h it!”

One of the sword cultivators immediately made his move.

The swordsman launched himself upwards and grabbed his sword. He then channeled his spiritual energies to push the other sword weapons away as he set his eyes onto the Sword Soul.

Just when he was inches away from grabbing onto the Sword Soul, a burst of sword qi sent him flying off his trajectory.

“Hmph, if you want the Sword Soul, you'll have to go through me!”

“The Sword Soul is mine!”

“Who would've thought that the Sword Soul would appear when my initial intention was to just grab the Century Sword. Haha, this is way better. Looks like this trip is worth all the effort!”

“If I could get the Sword Soul, my abilities would undoubtedly rise rapidly. What more, I could even upgrade my sword to an Emperor Weapon!”

“Screw it, once I wield an Emperor Weapon, who's there to stop me then? All the sage orthodoxies can go screw themselves!”

All the sword cultivators had descended into a state of a maniac.

They were all staring fervently at the Sword Soul which was deemed even more valuable than a Primordial Emperor's Essence to them!

The sword cultivators then rushed into the sky to retrieve their own sword. However, the Sword Soul unleashed a fight with huge amounts of sword qi and every type of Sword-based Daoist Rhymes clashed against each other in the air, creating a colorful and breathtaking sight.

“Who dares take the Sword Soul of Sword Prayer City!”

At that moment, the people of the sword-making Feng Family had also joined the battle.

A s.h.i.+rtless Feng Xuanzi was personally leading his people to s.n.a.t.c.h the Sword Soul. Despite having a head full of white hairs, his body and muscles looked like they were forged out of molten iron as he emitted a domineering battle aura.

When the surrounding sword qi landed on him, sounds of metal clanking could be heard before the sword qi immediately shattered into pieces. Meanwhile, Feng Xuanzi retaliated with a palm technique which sent deafening explosions into his surroundings. Some swordsmen were even blown to pieces along with their swords!

How was that an old man?

He was an incarnation of a ferocious dragon!

“You mean the Sword Soul belongs to this city? You're lying!”

“Exactly. Only the strongest deserve to own the Sword Soul!”

One of the Honorable Swordsmen snorted.

The temptation of owning the Sword Soul was too strong for them to resist. Even if it belonged to Sword Prayer City, the Honorable Swordsmen must still go after the Sword Soul!

“You bunch of b*stards. If you dare touch it, I will make sure all your heads would be smashed into pieces!” Feng Xuanzi was fuming. Intense surges of destructive Daoist Rhymes began to pour from his body, making it an extremely frightening sight to watch.

“Come on, I'm not afraid!”

“By hook or by crook, the Sword Soul is mine!”

The battle over the Sword Soul had grown more violent as time pa.s.sed.

A terrifying energy storm swept through the city and completely decimated nearby streets, with most buildings within a ten-mile radius reduced to rubble.

Chu Kuangren gently caressed the Self Descendant Sword as Lan Yu stood beside him. They did not partic.i.p.ate in the brutal battle.

“Master, are you not interested in grabbing the Sword Soul?”

Lan Yu said.

“More people are coming.”

Chu Kuangren looked into the distance. The Seventh Forefather and him could sense that a large group of people was charging towards the Great Sword Tournament.

Each and every one of them was a swordsman.

“Looks like they're here for the Sword Soul as well,” Chu Kuangren said with a smile.

He turned around to look at the Sword Soul in the air, and then below to see a group of swords cultivators behaving in a manic manner before he shook his head. “If this continues, I've no idea how many lives will be lost.”

“Moreover, I'm afraid that this group of people are malicious in their intent either. Sigh, I can only blame myself for being too kind-hearted. In order to avoid ma.s.s casualty, it looks like I have no choice but to… adopt it!”

Then, Chu Kuangren released a horrifying burst of Sword-based Daoist Rhymes. Above his head, the sword qi converged into the Sword of the Heavens above his head; below his feet, sword qi blossomed like flowers and to seal the entire realm, sword qi was formed into twelve long pillars!

All of his three Daoist Physique Transformations had been simultaneously activated!

Sensing Chu Kuangren's Sword-based Daoist Rhymes, the Sword Soul abruptly jerked and propelled itself unhesitatingly towards Chu Kuangren!