There was a total of 36 mountains.

Every single mountain had a faint and obscure aura lying dormant within it. It seemed like the aura of a man yet wasn’t, seemed like the aura of a ghost yet wasn’t as well, and it was definitely the aura of the Sword Souls that Senior White spoke about.

In an instant, Chen Xi had determined the rough situation in Demon Ridge. He took a deep breath, and a wisp of a murderous expression silently suffused the space between his brows.

All of these Sword Souls had grasped the core profundities of the Dismemberment Style. Chen Xi wasn’t afraid of them if he had to fight them one on one, but if they swarmed him, then it would definitely be an extremely terrifying scene.

Fortunately, he’d already attained a complete grasp of the core profundities of the Impeccable Style that possessed the greatest defensive ability, so Chen Xi felt slightly more at ease with it to rely on.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, the space extremely far in the distance was slashed apart like cloth by an extremely sharp wisp of sword qi, and the sword qi shot directly at Chen Xi.

It was swift, precise, and fierce!

It vividly displayed the quintessence of the Dismemberment Style, and facing this strike caused others to feel a feeling of suffocation that struck directly at them. It was too terrifying.

At this instant, even Chen Xi’s entire body couldn’t...