Feng Lishen slammed the bell in front of him, using it as shield.
The resonant vibrations of the bell rippled outward, a deafening pulse that made the ears of anyone nearby bleed and stagger.
The sound was a physical weapon in itself, an echoing roar that seemed to split the hall.
Fang Yuan didn't pause.
He pressed the attack, each Divine Line strike colliding with the bell.
Sparks of energy erupted, fracturing the ground, sending shards of stone and qi scattering in all directions.
Divine Line! Divine Line! Divine Line!
The sword moved faster than the eye could follow.
Even as the bell absorbed and resonated each strike, Fang Yuan continued, relentless, his rhythm unbroken.
Each clash sent shockwaves across the hall, shaking pillars and rattling the ancient artifacts that lined the walls.
Feng Lishen's expression hardened.
He could feel the pressure building with each hit, the oppressive weight of Fang Yuan's mastery pressing down on him.
