Supreme Emperor of Swords

“With this Qi armor, no one under the great Martial Mentor Realm can break my defense. Those who are at the same realm with me can hurt me through my Qi armor only when their cultivations are two small realms higher than me.”

Ding Hao nodded with satisfaction.

In the next moment, Ding Hao gently stretched out his hand covered with silver dragon scales, and then a silver sword of Qi slowly appeared in his palm.

That was not his limit.

Ding Hao separated his Divine Awareness, continued to control his Qi to constantly turn into weapons.

There was a strange and spectacular scene. The air around his body trembled like waves, and then silver weapons of strange shapes constantly appeared in the air.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, tomahawks, hooks, forks…

A variety of silver weapons, like the most loyal guards, densely floating around Ding Hao’s body, surrounding him with awe-inspiring momentum and silver light, shocking and chilling.

Ding Hao did not stop until those weapons reached 99 of them.

“With my Qi cultivation, I can only make 99 silver weapons after making the Qi armor. I can make more, but the power of the Qi weapons will fall. Besides, I can hardly control them. But if I remove the Qi armor, the number should be doubled!”

Ding Hao knew his own limits.

“The power of every silver weapon can kill any warrior under the realm of the great Martial Mentor! However, they’re not able to hurt a congenital grandmaster at all. Is there any way to increase their power?”

Ding Hao was not satisfied.

If he could not advance his realm in a short time, he had to strengthen his combat power.

After thinking for a while, Ding Hao thought of a theoretically feasible approach.

He removed most of the silver weapons, leaving only four, and then running his Divine Awareness, carefully controlling his Qi to write inscription of Chinese poems on the blades.

Attaching his own unique Chinese inscription to the Qi weapons was the way he came up with to enhance the lethality of his Qi weapons.

After dozens of attempts, Ding Hao finally wrote down a complete sentence of a poem inscription on the surface of a giant sword!

“Ten years to grind a sword.”

That was the first sentence of “Swordsman”, one of the poems of Jia Dao in the Tang Dynasty on earth. That sentence had been passed down through the time. It contained awe-inspiring righteousness and mighty and powerful murderous intent. With the blessing of those Chinese words, the power of the sword had been more than doubled.

Moreover, to Ding Hao’s surprise, a qualitative change had taken place when it was sparkling. The sword carried a strange aura.

Such an attempt enlightened Ding Hao.

Soon, the rest of the three sentences: “The Frost Blade has not been tried”, “Today I’ll show it before you”, “Those who had been ill-treated”, had been engraved on the other three giant swords.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

At the moment when the inscription was completed, something incredible happened.

The four giant swords suddenly trembled at a high frequency, and they roared like dragons in low voices, again and again, as if they suddenly were alive and had souls. The four swords were connected, and they formed a strange formation. Their connection multiplied their power.

Ding Hao himself was taken aback.

He did not expect the swords to change like that after he had engraved that poem of “Swordsman”.

Did the coherent rhyme between those four sentences turn the four giant swords into a small sword array?

Sword array!

“This is really a surprise!” Ding Hao was overjoyed.

Ding Hao had not yet fully found out the mystery of Chinese inscriptions. He even began to conceive that if he engraved a long poem to connect more than 100 silver weapons, would they form a super sword array?

Besides, if he engraved the Chinese inscriptions on the Qi armor, would the armor evolve?

Ding Hao was greatly excited.

He was eager to start trying, but at that time, something strange happened.

In the distance, a figure with majestic atmosphere, leaving a rainbow in the sky, moved across the sky from a distance, and quickly landed in Ding Hao’s courtyard. It was a burly middle-aged man in a golden robe. His terrifying momentum was as great as a mountain or a lake.

Before the man arrived, Ding Hao quickly removed his Qi armor and silver weapons, making them vanish in the air without a trace.

The middle-aged man’s eyes swept over Ding Hao’s body, and there was a hint of surprise in the depths of his eyes.

Apparently, he had noticed Ding Hao’s strong aura.

The man robed in golden nodded slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation on his face. He asked, “Are you Ding Hao, the nominal disciple of the Eastern Academy of green shirts?”

Ding Hao was neither humble nor arrogant and bowed. He nodded and said, “Yes, I am. And you’re…”

“My name is Nangong Zheng, the third-generation Core Disciple, and I’m one of the 12 punishment envoys of the Sentencing Hall. The president ordered me to take you to the Sentencing Hall to accept the joint trial between the Six Palaces.” The middle-aged man looked solemn. He continued, “Ding Hao, if you have something to prepare, or want to leave a message to someone, you’d better do it now. You have 30 minutes.”

The man was one of the 12 punishment envoys!

Ding Hao was slightly surprised.

It seemed that the trial between the Six Palaces would be very dangerous.

However, Ding Hao found that he made a good impression on Nangong Zheng. Generally speaking, the Sentencing Hall was rather strict and all its prisoners had to set out at once, but the man allowed Ding Hao to prepare.

Ding Hao respectfully replied, “I’m ready. Thank Martial Uncle Nangong.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Nangong Zheng immediately released his mountain-like thick Qi and wrapped himself and Ding Hao in, rising into the sky and rapidly flying toward the depths of the Sect.

At that moment, almost everyone in the area of nominal disciples saw this golden light soaring from Ding Hao’s courtyard.

“The joint trial between the Six Palaces… Has it finally begun?”

“Will Senior Brother Ding Hao survive that trial?”

“Brother Hao, you must come back safely!”

“Haha, Ding Hao, your glory is coming to an end! You’ll definitely die during that trial. From then on, I will never have to live in your shadow again.”

“The accused person of the joint trial between the Six Palaces is actually a nominal disciple. That has been the second time since the founding of the Sect. Ding Hao, will you ruin the joint trial like that man?”