Crash—!

The ceiling split apart, and blades rained down.

I quickly counted—five swords.

Five blades aimed straight for my neck, yet I didn’t bother moving.

I already knew they would stop.

And just as expected, the swords froze mid-air, halting just before my throat.

The strange part?

There was no one holding them.

Five swords floated in the air, their tips pointed directly at me.

Aerial Swordsmanship?

Even experienced martial artists struggled to control a single floating sword.

But here he was—manipulating five with ease.

It was a subtle glimpse of the Celestial Stream Sect Lord’s strength.

I looked at …