Mana flowed like a stream, like a mountain breeze cleansing the night sky, revealing a bright full moon.
Du Zhong's palm strike clearly bore the True Inheritance of the Ancient Method. The Power of Taiyin transformed into light, into cold, moving silently, congealing without breath, even dimming the natural sky light.
Facing him, Wang Qi drew his sword and struck.
The swordsmanship displayed was unlike anything the onlookers had seen before. A rainbow-like arc, simple yet laden with countless venomous twists. Yet this strike did not skulk or hide; instead, it exposed all its transformations, upright and unavoidable.
Even more astonishing was its Qi Intent.
It was "kill"!
As the Sword Light ascended, it was the very moment when the killing intent was resolute. No blood was seen, no stench of gore, yet everyone involuntarily thought of "death". This strike was the inevitable demise of all things, the end of heaven and earth, the finality of consciousness.
