Yu Xuan felt his grip tighten unconsciously.
'…What is that weapon?' he wondered, a faint chill running down his spine.
Ximen Juesheng rested the spear casually at his side, yet the surrounding space subtly realigned itself around him, as if acknowledging its rightful sovereign.
Even the air seemed to hesitate, bending ever so slightly toward the spear's presence.
Yu Xuan felt it then.
An intangible force.
A silent command.
Don't fight.
Invisible strings wrapped around his limbs, his spirit, even his intent, whispering that raising a blade against this being was blasphemy, an unforgivable betrayal of humanity itself.
Against the Human Emperor.
But Yu Xuan didn't care.
His jaw clenched hard.
A domineering red intent erupted from his sword, forcibly tearing through that unseen restraint.
The invisible strings snapped one by one, dissolving under the pressure of his will.
Ximen Juesheng's eyes brightened slightly.
'As expected… he truly is a great seed.'
