"Void-Breaking Finger!"
Hankong roared, extending the index finger of his left hand. A finger that could shatter the void jabbed forward, its power overwhelmingly potent. It was as if an extremely sharp force had been concentrated into a single point, sending a chill through the hearts of the onlookers.
"Azure Wave!"
The cry of a sword echoed to the heavens. The One Thought Sword transformed into a fine thread, its tip aimed directly at Hankong.
The thrust carried none of the flashiness of a common technique. It was like a single, brilliant star—silent and traceless, yet utterly soul-stirring, possessing an almost supernatural and unpredictable quality.
Not a single person present could fully grasp its profound charm; this was a testament to the mastery of Wen Qingye's Sword Dao.
With a sharp DING, both figures froze for an instant. Hankong's momentum was broken, and his body shot backward as a pale, cyan barrier rose before him.
