Whoosh!
Bai Zihan moved.
There was no hesistation.
One instant, he stood above the ravine—still, cold, sword raised.
The next—
He vanished.
The space between him and Mó Zūn collapsed as if it had never existed.
A single step carried him across kilometers.
His sword flashed.
This strike was faster, sharper, and far more focused than before.
Mó Zūn merely lifted a finger.
Clang!
The sound was soft.
Almost casual.
Yet Bai Zihan felt it instantly.
His sword—Eternal Spirit Sword infused with Sword Intent—was stopped.
By a single finger wrapped in Demonic Qi.
Bai Zihan's pupils shrank.
Before his mind could react—
Boom!
A wave of force erupted outward.
Bai Zihan was sent flying.
His body tore through the air like a meteor, smashing into a distant mountain.
The peak exploded on impact.
Rock and debris rained for kilometers.
Bai Zihan coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips as he forced himself upright amid the rubble.
His bones screamed.
