Seeing the golden swords raining down toward him, Max's Dimensional Sovereign Body locked in completely.
The moment the storm of radiant blades began to descend, his perception sharpened to an extraordinary degree. Every fluctuation of energy in the air, every shift in the trajectory of the swords, and every ripple of pressure spreading through the arena became perfectly clear in his senses.
The world around him seemed to slow as his mind analyzed the countless weapons rushing toward him.
For a brief moment, the sight of the golden swords filling the sky reminded him of one of his own abilities.
There had once been a skill that allowed him to summon hundreds of glowing blue swords that could rain down upon his enemies with destructive force. At its peak that skill had been considered a legendary rank skill at level one hundred within the mortal realm. It had been a powerful ability capable of dominating battles among mortal cultivators.
