Dong!
The pebble hit the ground.
The battle began simultaneously.
Yi Tang stretched out his hands and pushed forward, turning the air between them into a wall.
A wall growing thicker and heavier, increasingly solid, as if dragged by a galloping steed, coming with an unstoppable momentum.
Shua!
Between heaven and earth, a line was drawn, sharp and resolute.
It seemed as if because of this sword, heaven and earth were thus divided.
Only then was there below and above.
Only then was there this, was there that.
Of course, it also represented corpses in different places, life and death both vanishing.
The sword was horizontally held, and the sword qi passed over.
That solid and dense wall of air was effortlessly cleaved open and then collapsed in an instant.
In that nearly transparent moment, it looked as if a piece of tofu was sliced in half, with the surface turning...
Bang!
It exploded into a scattered mass of air.
No, it's not right.
Something's not right...
