A mountain of blades
Translator: 549690339
Following master Jing an's announcement, a mountain covered in blades suddenly rose from the originally dense forest.
The blades glinted coldly, like the fangs of a poisonous snake. They were extremely dangerous and sharp.
"This is the first trial for a Buddhist disciple. I wish you good luck." Grandmaster Jing an indifferently said.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu, are you confident?" Qin Chuan patted Zhu Jiahong's shoulder and asked solemnly.
Zhu Jiahong raised his head and looked at the mountain of daggers that pierced through the clouds. The determination in his eyes changed a little.
This mountain of blades was at least 10000 meters tall, and its surface was filled with blades. They were densely packed and uneven, and there was not a single flat piece of land to stand on.
These blades were as sharp as laser cutting machines. If an ordinary person stepped on them, they could instantly separate their feet and body, and cut them into many pieces.