Chad Wilson took a deep breath, and the blade in his hand emitted a sound of overwhelming strain.
He gripped the startling silence tightly with both hands, his gaze focused and steely.
The surrounding airflow seemed to gather as well, for an instant the startling silence seemed to become an extension of Chad Wilson's arm.
Suddenly, he stepped forward with steady paces, his body stable as a mountain peak, and a powerful aura surged forth out of thin air.
He raised the blade, its edge flashing with a cold glint, dazzling like starlight.
The towering sword intent surged skywards, ripping a massive rift in the sky.
"Ethan Smith, this is the strongest slash I have comprehended from the Wilson family immortal scripture. It's not too late to step back now."
Chad Wilson squinted as he spoke.
Ethan Smith's body did not move, and he gazed coldly at Chad Wilson.
By his actions, he conveyed his stance, causing Chad Wilson's expression to change, and a cold voice slipped from his lips.
