"I'm asking you who you are," Holy-Sword Emperor said, looking at Han Sen.
"Do you think you have the right to know who I am?" Han Sen asked, squinting his eyes.
Holy-Sword Emperor looked murderous. His entire body was like a sword that had been unsheathed. He pointed his finger, and the light on his fingertip became an ancient sword. It was going to strike Han Sen. The sword was like a rainbow, and it was going to reach Han Sen's forehead in a second.
Han Sen's body flipped like a swallow, and he dodged the strike of the ancient sword.
The killing intent in Saint Sword Emperor Emperor's eyes intensified as he jabbed out with his fingers. Each of his fingers produced a different ancient sword. His little finger was a small and narrow sword, his middle finger was a large and long heavy sword, and his thumb was short and wide.
The five fingers were all different, and they were all unique. They were all stabbing, slicing, and slashing. They were all coming for Han Sen.
Han Sen hugged Bao'er, and he didn't fight back. He was like a bird, and he was able to dodge the sword formation. No matter how strong the sword formation was, it couldn't damage Han Sen.
Holy-Sword Emperor's swords were like his fingers. He had ten fingers, so he had ten swords. The ten swords formed a sword formation, and if it was anyone else, even Emperor Spirit, they wouldn't have been able to move freely.
But Han Sen didn't seem to be struggling at all. When he dodged the sword, he kept thinking about the faces of the birds he had seen in the palace.
Whenever he encountered a situation in the air, the ancient swords would come from different directions. Han Sen would always think of one of the birds, and he would use it as his Aero to fight. He was able to dodge Holy-Sword Emperor's sword formation with ease.
Han Sen was overjoyed. He had only opened seven gene locks, and his fitness level was one thousand and eight hundred. But compared to Emperor Spirit, he was still lacking.
Now, he was able to dodge Holy-Sword Emperor's sword formation with only seven gene locks open. Phoenix Emperor's Bird Worshiping Pose really was something special.
Of course, Han Sen had Aero as a foundation. If he hadn't, even Emperor Spirit wouldn't have been able to use it as well as Han Sen.
Holy-Sword Emperor's senses were suppressed in the Phoenix Shelter, and he wasn't much better off than Han Sen. He couldn't tell how strong Han Sen really was.
Xie Qing King had the power of his third eye, so he could see Han Sen's fitness level. Holy-Sword Emperor didn't have the power to do so, and he couldn't tell if Han Sen was a spirit or a human. Humans were a minority in the Third God's Sanctuary, so Holy-Sword Emperor couldn't tell if Han Sen was a spirit or a human.
Now, Han Sen was holding a baby, but he was still able to come and go freely in his sword formation. He was shocked, thinking Han Sen was a scary elite.
Brother Seven looked at Han Sen with shock. He couldn't feel Han Sen's lifeforce, either, but he was good at reading people. He could tell that Han Sen was a human just by looking at Han Sen's clothes.
There were a lot of humans in the Third God's Sanctuary, but they could only compete with royal spirits. He had never heard of a human being being able to compete with Emperor Spirit.
The young man in front of him was obviously not even thirty years old, but he was able to contend with Saintly Sword Emperor. Although Saintly Sword Emperor had only been testing him and hadn't used his full strength, it was still very shocking.
What's more, he was carrying a baby in his arms, yet he was still so confident and calm in the sword formation, which made Seventh Brother secretly admire him.
"I haven't been back in the Alliance for many years. Are the young humans this strong now?" Brother Seven thought to himself, but he didn't think it was right.
Even if humans had improved over the past few decades, it was impossible for everyone to be as strong as he was. Plus, Han Sen was so young, so it was strange for him to be this strong.
Holy-Sword Emperor saw that he couldn't figure out Han Sen's true strength, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He waved his ten fingers, and the ten swords suddenly split apart. One sword became ten swords, and ten swords became a hundred swords. When the hundred swords were cast, Han Sen could no longer maintain his cool. He was in danger.
Even if he were to use the Myriad Birds Technique and Flight Technique with all his might, it would still be difficult for him to evade the sword formation.
Three minutes later, a sword slashed Han Sen's arm. It cut through the sacred-blood armor and left a bloody mark on Han Sen's arm.
"I thought you were someone strong, but you are just a royal who knows how to dodge."
Holy-Sword Emperor looked murderous. His swordair exploded, and the hundred swords became even sharper. They turned into a sword wave that was going to kill Han Sen.
Han Sen knew he couldn't fight the King Spirit with only seven gene locks open. Plus, his fitness was only around 1,178. The Blood-Pulse Sutra's buffs were the only reason he had lasted this long.
That buff didn't increase his fitness, so it couldn't be used to unlock higher gene locks.
Han Sen had opened his eighth gene lock with the Blood-Pulse Sutra, so his fitness was at least two thousand. Some were even close to three thousand.
However, this was only the result of the augmentation. His basic physical fitness was still at 1,178. With such a power augmentation, his body would not be able to withstand it for long periods of time. Otherwise, his body would collapse.
Han Sen moved faster and faster, but the sword formation was getting scarier and scarier. It looked like Han Sen would not be able to avoid the sword formation.
Suddenly, Han Sen's body flashed behind Xie Qing King's statue.
Holy-Sword Emperor did not know Xie Qing King was a king spirit, and he thought it was just an ordinary statue. He didn't care, though, and so he used his sword to break Xie Qing King's statue.
"Emperor, let's get out of here!" Han Sen shouted from behind the statue.
Boom!
The outer shell of the stone statue cracked open, and a bloody figure walked out from it. Silver light gushed out from the flesh and bones, and with every step he took, the flesh and blood on his body grew back a bit. After a few steps, the flesh and blood that had been peeled off and turned into stone was regenerated.
"Good! Good! Good! Good! You did well!" Xie Qing King laughed. He was very pleased with Han Sen's performance.
"Thank you, Emperor."
Han Sen looked happy, but in his heart, he thought to himself, "If I could kill Holy-Sword Emperor in one hour, I wouldn't have let you out."
Holy-Sword Emperor looked at Xie Qing King in shock. He screamed, "Xie Qing King!"