The sound of their feet striking the broken jade echoed like war drums.
CLANG—CLAAAANG—BOOOOM!
Blade and palm collided again and again, each impact a thunderclap that rattled the very illusions projected by the Mirror Jade Arena. The rivers shattered, reforming as mountains, then as skies swirling with stars. The illusions could not keep up with their power, fracturing and reweaving into visions of chaos.
Lu Cheng's blade danced like a silver dragon, arcs of qi extending its reach until every swing seemed to carve through heaven itself. Each strike carried weight enough to split boulders, speed enough to shred the air into ribbons.
