The world was utterly silent.
A golden flying sword hovered at the dome above the rain-soaked red leaves.
All eyes were focused intently on this flying sword.
The current silence was all because of this sword.
The howling of wind and thunder faded away.
The Sword Qi hummed continuously without dispersing.
The golden line of Sword Qi that spanned over a thousand feet pierced through the chest of the Joyful Zen Master, pierced the skin, penetrated the flesh, shattered the heart... The faint sound of thunder it stirred lingered for over ten breaths before slowly dissipating.
Joyful Zen Master clutched her chest, her complexion pale, her eyes filled with bitterness.
She gritted her teeth and spat out two words.
"Chronic Illness..."
These two words, like a thunderbolt on a clear day, dropped amidst the scene.
In fact, the moment the golden flying sword appeared, someone had already recognized it, but did not dare to believe it.
This flying sword.
