Fang Tian lunged the moment Fang Yuan's qi stirred. His spear tore through the air with a roar, the sound splitting the courtyard like a thunderclap.
Each step he took left cracks on the stone floor.
Fang Yuan leapt upward, gathering momentum, both hands tightening around the hilt as he raised the sword overhead.
The blade flared with blinding brilliance, light condensing into a single, ruthless edge and slashed downward.
"Tyrant Light Sword—First Form!"
The world seemed to narrow.
"Divine Line!"
A straight beam of sword light tore downward, splitting the air as if the heavens themselves had been cleaved.
The pressure alone made the stage tremble, cracks spiderwebbing beneath Fang Yuan's feet.
Fang Tian's eyes widened as he stopped in his track and raised his spear to block.
The impact exploded outward, a violent shockwave ripping across the arena.
Zhao Mei lifted her hand in an instant and a translucent barrier bloomed into existence.
