Swish. Swish. Swish.
No matter how many times Yu Xuan's sword arc hit her, the old woman didn't even shift her foot. His strikes, powerful enough to split boulders, dissolved against her presence as if he were swinging at mist.
Frustration burned in his chest. He felt like a child with a wooden stick battering against a mountain carved from eternity.
Which, in truth, he was.
"Is this your all?" the old woman's voice cracked like a whip.
"I told you to use everything. I don't care if it's poison, forbidden techniques, talismans, or divine weapons. Be it your strength or borrowed strength, use it all. Otherwise…"
She didn't finish, but Yu Xuan didn't need her to. The unspoken weight in her words was heavy.
'Borrowed power, huh?' Yu Xuan thought, lips pressed thin.
He had options, but he wasn't ready to play them yet. An opportunity like this, striking at a supreme entity without fear of death was rare. Even knowing only defeat awaited him.
So he closed the gap.
