Supreme Emperor of Swords

Ding Hao smiled and said, “We’ll see when we get there.”

As Ding Hao was about to move his legs, suddenly his face changed as if he sensed something.
He stood quietly for a while, and then lifted his legs and walked quickly to the right…

“Hey? Brother Ding, you went wrong the way…” Ji Yingqi informed him.

Ding Hao shook his head without saying anything, and continued to walk to the right.

There was still a stretch of metal hills on the right side, and it looked even more weird and more monstrous, being arranged in a strange way.
Ji Yingqi frowned slightly, and her ingenious instincts told her that these strange hills were like loyal defenders, guarding some noble people.

A dangerous and freaky feeling that she had never felt before scared her and almost drowned her.

“Brother Ding, we can’t go any farther.
I feel something murderous.
It’s extremely dangerous…” Ji Yingqi said almost breathlessly, looking pale.

Ding Hao paused slightly, and finally shook his head.
“Then I have to go and see.”

He released a tyrannical Divine Sense, and helped Ji Yingqi get rid of her fearful mood.
The little girl felt a little better, but she was still overwhelmed by the feeling of danger and terror, and she even had palpitations.

“Brother Ding… what did you feel?” Ji Yingqi felt a bit worried.

“I’m not so sure.” Ding Hao looked a little puzzled.

Ji Yingqi felt the danger, but the sixth level of Ding Hao’s instinct, Mind Essential, found something more.
After the continuous dangers, Ding Hao noticed a very strange force of being summoned, as if there was a closely tied relative who had never been seen before constantly calling him from a distant place.

This was a very odd feeling.

And it emerged in Ding Hao’s heart many times.

The last time this kind of feeling appeared, Ding Hao entered Heaven Sabre – Peerless Sword Tower.

What would happen this time?

Following the feeling in his heart, Ding Hao moved on step by step.

A few hours later, the sense of intimacy became more and more clear, and he had crossed a dozen lonely hills of metal swords four to five hundred meters high.
Through the red storms, he saw one towering shadow appear in front of them.

When he got closer, he finally saw what the towering shadow really looked like.

Ding Hao opened his mouth wide.

It was a hill of metal swords.

With a diameter of only about 20 to 30 meters, it was difficult to estimate the height of the hill.
It consisted of all kinds of seemingly well-preserved long swords, which were totally different from those rusted and broken ones of this world.
The hill, like a tower that sparkled bright silver, shone with blinding light and chilled Ding Hao to the bone.

It was the first time Ding Hao saw such unbroken long swords in the world.

Strangely, this hill towered thousands of meters into the clouds, and each sword was very complete and unbroken.
Ding Hao observed it very carefully, as it was unlike the other hills of metal swords that were composed of various broken pieces of weapons.
The components of the hill were all long swords, without any other varieties of swords or weapons.

At the bottom of the sword tower, Ding Hao saw a series of strange steps.

These steps were composed of the blades of the long swords, like many long dragons wrapped around them.
Spiraling upward, they wound up the tower all the way to the vault.

This vaguely connected feeling just came from high above the tower.

After Ding Hao thought a bit, he carried Ji Yingqi and began to skip up the blade steps.

On the steps of the tower, the pressure of the laws of the ancient heaven and earth was even greater.

After climbing upward less than 20 meters, Ding Hao felt like he was carrying a giant mountain, and his steps became heavy.
He had to slowly adjust his breath to keep his body in the best condition, and then moved on.

In case there were any unexpected things, Ding Hao held the rusted sword tightly in his hand.

The whole climb was lengthy and arduous.

Even with his physical strength, Ding Hao had to sit cross-legged on the long sword steps every half hour, adjusting his breath and recovering his strength.

In the process, Ding Hao also had to take care of Ji Yingqi and his two pets.

He had thought of putting the three of them at the foot of the hill.
But considering that the world was too dangerous, he did not do that in the end.
Ding Hao could not allow a tragedy to happen again to Ji Yingqi.

Sweat kept coming down from his face.

His sweat was patting on the steps under his feet.

Ding Hao was all wet, as if he had just been taken out of the water.
His whole body was drenched with sweat, which was evaporating like a layer of white mist around him.
He had to keep his Qi shield on.
For Ding Hao, it was a dual test and challenge of flesh and Qi.

Ever since he entered the Inborn Martial Grandmaster Realm, Ding Hao had never struggled so much.

On several occasions, he almost gave it up and returned by the way he came, but the increasingly clear feeling of being called from the top of the tower made Ding Hao stick it through to the end.

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