BOOM!
The collision of the two weapons was not loud. It was a profound, soul-shuddering silence that erupted from the point of impact, a void where sound itself died. Silver moonlight clashed against gray entropy, each force trying to cancel out the other.
The shockwave that followed was physical and spiritual, washing over the battlefield and making even the distant combatants stagger.
The profound silence following the clash gave way to a new kind of battle—one not of raw fury, but of absolute, chilling mastery.
The air itself seemed to still, charged with the weight of two fundamental laws of the universe vying for dominance.
Nian Shi did not lose his composure. His initial surprise at the sword's resistance faded into cold analysis. His silver eyes, deep pools of temporal knowledge, tracked Yue Bingyao's every move. He was not angry; he was intrigued, then meticulously focused.
