Li Yun's expression went completely cold.
"Destruction Sword Intent."
His sword left its sheath with unimaginable speed. Most of the spectators never even saw him draw, because all they caught was the result.
Swoosh!
A peerlessly sharp Sword Qi flashed across the arena like a sudden bolt of light splitting eternal darkness, and for one brief instant every person watching felt their heart tremble.
The strike was astonishing, since nobody could clearly follow its path, and yet everyone could somehow feel it there, as though it had passed straight through their awareness and set even their souls shaking.
The arena fell silent.
Yin Cangxiao had stopped moving entirely. Cold sweat covered his face, his complexion had gone pale, and his whole body trembled beyond his control.
A thin bloody line had appeared across his throat, because the Sword Qi had stopped at exactly the right moment. Had it traveled even slightly farther, his head would already have parted from his body.
