The others, upon hearing this, also began paying attention to Nangong Huang's expression. As expected, Nangong Huang's face was ashen, without the slightest hint of joy.
"Brother Nangong Huang, you clearly broke your own record, so why do you still wear such an expression?"
Perhaps he is being a little too harsh on himself.
Just then, the Sword Enlightenment Pool suddenly erupted!
A figure burst forth from within, the sword-shaped airflows that swirled around it dense and numerous, resembling a honeycomb!
More than the sum of everyone else's!
"How is this possible?"
A disciple from Blood Prison Mountain exclaimed in shock, "So many Sword Dao rules, I counted them, and there are a total of two hundred and thirty-seven!"
Two hundred and thirty-seven!
All the disciples of Blood Prison Mountain wore looks of disbelief on their faces.
The record holder of the Sword Enlightenment Pool, Half-Saint Kong Yuan, had only refined eighty-seven Sword Dao rules!
