My Crazy Upgrade System

Although the tens of thousands of Spirit Swords were of a relatively low grade, their power was by no means lacking. In the blink of an eye, more than seven or eight hundred of the thousand-strong Flying Eagle Army were wiped out. The few who survived did so largely because the National Guardian Grand Generals and the National Preceptor were fending off the attack. Otherwise, the remaining two or three hundred would have long been dead.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The National Preceptor and his men desperately blocked the Spirit Swords. While it wasn’t overly difficult to block them, it wasn’t easy either. After all, the sheer number was overwhelming. It was utterly unavoidable; how could they possibly dodge? They could only attack frantically, destroying every Spirit Sword that came at them.

Only by destroying the Spirit Swords could they stop the assault. Simply knocking them away had no effect; they would just circle back and attack relentlessly.

However, the National Preceptor and the others were formidable. With a fierce swing of their Sacred Artifacts, they cut down a large swath of Spirit Swords, which then rained down from the sky. But as soon as one batch was destroyed, a new one flew in from all directions to renew the onslaught, attacking them in a seemingly endless frenzy.

"Wh-what kind of Martial Arts is this? How can he control so many Spirit Swords!?"

The National Preceptor and his men were going mad. The weapons couldn’t inflict any real damage on them, but they severely hindered their movements. Most importantly, they had no time to spare to help the Flying Eagle Army; just fending off the continuous attacks from the Spirit Swords was more than enough to handle.

"Damn it, the Flying Eagle Army is almost wiped out..." a National Guardian Grand General said, his eyes bloodshot. They had just brought their men here, and they were already nearly annihilated. It had happened so fast. They hadn’t even seen the enemy’s face, and it was already time to consider a retreat.

"Son of a bitch, I’ll charge over there and kill them! There may be a lot of these Spirit Swords, but they’re far too fragile!" another National Guardian Grand General roared. He swung the massive hammer in his hand, and a flash of golden light swept out, smashing a huge cluster of Spirit Swords to pieces.

He then shot toward the Divine Hall, frantically smashing the Spirit Swords in his path. They barely managed to slow him down, unable to harm him in the slightest.

This was why Yi Tianyun hadn’t equipped the Sword Master Set earlier. In a true group battle, the Sword Master Set was virtually invincible, but only against opponents with relatively low cultivation levels. Against someone even slightly stronger, the Spirit Swords couldn’t cause any damage.

The grade of the weapons was too low. If they were Soul Artifacts, or even Sacred Artifacts, it would be a different story. The enemy wouldn’t be able to destroy them so easily, and they could continue their frenzied assault, yielding entirely different results. But unfortunately, this was the limit of the Sword Master Set’s effect, unless he purchased a more advanced set.

Although the storm of swords was unavoidable, the powerful experts didn’t need to dodge. A single sweep could neutralize the Spirit Swords. Against those with low cultivation, it was an invincible tactic, especially against army-type opponents. ’They want to compete with numbers, do they? Then I’ll compete with the number of my weapons!’

There were several cities in the vicinity, and he could control Spirit Swords from up to ten li away to fly over. Unless every last Spirit Sword was gone, he could continuously summon more to replenish those that were destroyed.

In any case, these Spirit Swords weren’t his. It didn’t matter if they broke. Besides, they all belonged to the citizens of the Netherworld Empire. Simply taking their weapons was already an act of immense mercy. Had he chosen to slaughter his way through, he would have truly carved a path of blood.

’A National Guardian Grand General, is it...’ Yi Tianyun’s eyes narrowed.

The Ice Divine Bow appeared in his hand. He swiftly drew it to its limit, and a thick Ice Arrow materialized on the bowstring. He took aim at the charging National Guardian Grand General, ready to fire. All the while, the surrounding Spirit Swords continued their frenzied attack without pause.

The assault of the Spirit Swords didn’t interfere with his use of other weapons. This meant he could still equip other armaments to attack, while the Spirit Swords only required a single thought to strike at will. It was incredibly easy.

"Go!"

A cold glint flashed in Yi Tianyun’s eyes as the Ice Arrow in his hand shot forth. The Sharp Arrow, boasting sixty million points of Combat Power, howled through the air—this was the maximum effect of the Ice Divine Bow.

CRACK...

Another crack appeared on the Ice Divine Bow. It was nearing its limit; if he kept using it, it would break. Its durability was finite, and the force he was unleashing was too strong. Continuing like this would inevitably shatter it.

With his explosive power, anything less than a Sacred Artifact simply couldn’t handle his strength, making it impossible for him to unleash his true, full potential.

Perhaps a true expert could be powerful even with just a leaf, but that would only tap into a fraction of their power, not unleash it completely. A weapon is always a crucial partner. If it can’t keep up, you can’t display your full strength, and you might as well use your bare fists.

SWOOSH!

An Ice Arrow shot through the air. As the National Guardian Grand General charged forward, swinging his great hammer, he was instantly gripped by a sense of crisis. His expression changed the moment he saw the Ice Arrow piercing toward him. He quickly raised his Golden Hammer to smash down on it, but the arrow was already upon him.

BOOM!

The moment the Golden Hammer struck the Ice Arrow, its effect detonated completely. An icy aura instantly enveloped the National Guardian Grand General, and the tyrannical chill spread to cover a radius of one li. Even the Spirit Swords were Frozen solid and began to fall from the sky.

This frigid energy did not distinguish between friend or foe. Anything it touched would be Frozen, be it ally or enemy.

A moment later, after the frigid aura dispersed, the National Guardian Grand General fell from the sky. He crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces, utterly and completely dead. There was no chance of survival.

The expression of the distant National Preceptor changed drastically. When he saw the frigid aura, he trembled inwardly. ’Could it be... Could it be that guy!?’

His gaze focused, and he saw Yi Tianyun standing in the distance by the entrance. The Yi Tianyun before him now had a different face; he wasn’t the mysterious expert the Preceptor had seen before. However, the familiar power and the familiar attack style made him suspect that this Yi Tianyun was none other than that Prince from the Celestial Dragon Empire!

"Retreat!"

The National Preceptor roared, bit his lip, and surged his Essence Blood through his body. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and fled. He had no intention of stopping, nor did he plan to save the surviving members of the Flying Eagle Army. He didn’t even spare a thought for the other National Guardian Grand General. He just turned and ran!

The other National Guardian Grand General froze for a second, but seeing the National Preceptor flee, he quickly followed suit, abandoning the Flying Eagle Army to escape.

’A single arrow was enough to instantly kill his comrade. If he got any closer, he would undoubtedly suffer the same fate.’

Without the two powerful experts to block the attacks, the rest of the Flying Eagle Army was effortlessly cut down, cleanly and efficiently, until not a single one remained. A massive army, annihilated just like that, with no one left alive. Sufficiently bloody, sufficiently ruthless—this was Yi Tianyun!

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Those who must be killed will be killed. Not one will be spared!