Chapter 1192: Yingzhou Sword Saint

As expected, his incomparably powerful primordial sword aura transformed into a coiling dragon and plunged into the depths of the blood pool. Everyone present was utterly shocked, as no one had ever witnessed such a distinct, dragon-shaped sword energy maintain its form while entering the dense and turbulent depths of the blood pool.

"Who is this person? I've never seen him before! Is there truly someone this powerful in the Central Continent? His mastery and cultivation in the way of the sword must be on par with, if not superior to, everyone else present."

The First Prince's strongest guard stated this fact with a solemn expression, immediately putting the surrounding attendants on high alert. The mere presence of such a formidable expert beside the Fifth Prince was enough to cause a stir.

The Fifth Prince had previously been dismissed as an insignificant figure by the other major princes. However, his sudden entry into the Seven Princes' power struggle, accompanied by such a high-level expert, forced all the other princes to take him seriously.

Of course, they could not have known that what they perceived as a peak performance was merely an appetizer for Xu Yang. His true power release was only just beginning.

Indeed, as the dragon-shaped sword energy roamed freely around the blood pool, an increasing number of top-tier ancient divine artifacts, slumbering in its deepest recesses, began to stir.

This surge of activity caused all the dormant energies within the entire blood pool to erupt, creating a deafening rumble and vibration. Each sword seemed to cry out, as if an incredibly powerful force was guiding them to break free from the blood pool's confines simultaneously.

During the sword-summoning ritual, most participants, when releasing their spiritual essence to penetrate the dense waves of sword energy in the blood pool below, could only sustain the effort for two or three rounds. They would then quickly withdraw their spiritual power to complete the summoning, settling for whichever sword responded.

Most of the top experts accompanying the princes, however, could endure five or six rounds of such impact. The stronger the spiritual force absorbed by the resonating divine artifacts below, the higher the chance they would be summoned, and the superior their quality would be.

However, once the spiritual power of the sword-seeker was pushed beyond its limits, the sword energy fluctuations emanating from the blood pool would unleash a powerful backlash on their spiritual essence. Consequently, no one dared to risk their soul by forcibly attempting to guide a peerless divine artifact they couldn't control, as it could inflict self-harm. Therefore, most individuals retained about 20-30% of their spiritual power during the sword-summoning process.

For Xu Yang, however, ten consecutive spiritual impacts were merely a warm-up. After enduring ten rounds of spiritual assault, the top-tier divine artifacts in the depths of the blood pool could no longer remain restless.

*Swish, swish, swish!* Soon, one peerless divine artifact after another from the deepest part of the sword array broke free from the blood pool's confines, hovering mid-air and swirling wildly along the trajectory of Xu Yang's spiritual power.

This time, more than a dozen divine swords surged out of the blood pool's sealed area all at once! The quality of each sword surpassed that of all the divine weapons previously summoned by other participants.

"My goodness, this fellow actually summoned over a dozen swords all by himself? And each sword is of such exquisite quality! If he truly succeeds in claiming them, I fear the Sword Pavilion will suffer immense losses this time.

These divine artifacts, originally sealed in the deepest part of the blood pool, were meant to be for the Sword Sect's own members. I can't believe this young man unearthed them all at once!"

The various princes, initially displaying shock and apprehension, gradually shifted to expressions of schadenfreude. They clearly understood that Xu Yang's actions had effectively transferred all the pressure onto the Fourth Prince and the Sword Sect themselves.

"Fellow Daoist, your power far exceeds our imagination, but I must warn you: attempting to control so many divine artifacts simultaneously could easily push your spiritual power beyond its limits. Should these artifacts backlash, you would end up in a state similar to my seventh brother just now. In such a scenario, if you were to be attacked by so many top-tier divine artifacts, even my personal intervention would be insufficient to guarantee your safety!"

It must be said that the Fourth Prince was indeed cunning and wily. By capitalizing on Xu Yang's almost unimaginable actions, he cunningly shifted the blame he had incurred onto the sword energy itself. This not only cleared him of suspicion for entrapping the Seventh Prince but also subtly gave Xu Yang a hint.

He subtly urged Xu Yang to stop, but how could Xu Yang possibly heed the Fourth Prince's words? He was determined to execute an earth-shattering sword-summoning, utterly disrupting the elaborate scheme devised by the Sword Sect and the Fourth Prince.

"Hahaha, Your Royal Highness, the Fourth Prince, I merely wish to inquire: does the Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion impose any specific restrictions on sword-seekers? Or, to be precise, how many ancient divine artifacts can one person claim at most?"

Jian Yunqing burst into laughter. Without waiting for the Fourth Prince beside him to respond, he, as the true master of the Sword Sect and its Sword Pavilion, directly answered Xu Yang.

"Since you possess such formidable power, there's no need to hold back. If you are confident enough, even if you were to empty the entire Sword Pavilion, my Sword Sect can certainly bear the cost! However, I must declare to everyone present, in the name of the Sword Sect, that should your actions provoke a backlash attack from these top-tier divine artifacts within the Sword Pavilion, any resulting consequences will be entirely your responsibility.

These top-tier divine artifacts were originally buried deep within the blood pool, bathed in the densest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They were still in their nascent stages, possessing immense potential for further development.

Yet now, you alone have summoned them all. Should you ultimately fail to complete the sword-summoning successfully, you will be held accountable for your actions. While my Sword Sect does not fear the might of these ancient divine artifacts, they are not something a single person can contend with. Whatever the outcome, you will have to bear it yourself."

"Hahaha, Sect Master Jian Yunqing, you are indeed straightforward. With your words, I am completely at ease. Since there are no restrictions, I am eager to see just how many ancient divine artifacts my sword aura can resonate with today."

Upon receiving this reply, Xu Yang immediately became exhilarated. Only now was he truly beginning to exert himself; previously, he had been deliberately suppressing his sword energy fluctuations. Now, free from all constraints, he intended to use his next move to teach the various factions, including the Central Imperial Family's Seven Princes, a profound lesson.

"Hahaha, our boss is probably going to achieve instant fame with this. I'm already starting to feel sorry for the Sword Sect, its Sword Pavilion, and the Fourth Prince's faction. I wonder what the outcome will be for them if they suddenly lose all the renowned swords from the Sword Pavilion!"

Old Crow and the others began to gloat, excitedly gesturing and even dancing. Only the Fifth Prince, standing amidst the other princes, remained perfectly composed, hands clasped behind his back, quietly savoring the visual impact his powerful ally was unleashing upon all their adversaries.

"Heh, Xu Yang certainly hasn't disappointed me. It seems the title of Sword Saint of Yingzhou Continent will change hands from today forward!"