With that single wisp, the grey sky above the valley ceased to move. The mountain valley fell silent. No wind roared. No stone cracked. The world simply ceased to change.
The Dragon Emperor Sword in Su Ming's hand began to vibrate. On Jian Wushen's hip, his sword hummed inside its sheath, the hilt shaking against his robe. Their sword wills felt the pressure of an absolute authority that suppressed them before they could even rise.
Jian Wushen's sovereign will resisted but was ultimately forced back. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, unable to move. His sword physique and sword bones vibrated and hummed in response, turning his face pale.
