The spatial distortion rippling around Heidy's gleaming silver blade sent a freezing panic straight into the souls of the thousands of watching cultivators. The silence that gripped the commercial plaza was absolute, broken only by the ragged, desperate gasps of the four bleeding Central Sect Elders who had been so effortlessly thrown back.
Heidy took a single, disciplined step forward onto the edge of the terrace. Her majestic white-and-silver battle robes fluttered in the volatile wind generated by her own power, and her piercing, lethal gaze locked directly onto the trembling old men clutching their shattered chest armor below.
