Countless gazes converged on the headquarters of the Heaven-Burying Sect. Everyone held their breath, concentrating intently. The atmosphere was stretched so taut it felt as if their very hearts had stopped.
At that moment, a black sword appeared in Zhao Huiyi's hand. His eyes, fixed on Wen Qingye, suddenly turned sharp and fierce.
Wen Qingye and Zhao Huiyi stared each other down, and it was as if sparks were flying through the air between them.
Amidst the vast silence, an unseen hurricane seemed to rise from the ground. Neither man said a word, but their battle intent surged without limit.
Then, their figures blurred. They shot forward at the same instant, two immense currents of Primordial Qi—one gold, one gray—transforming into torrents that roared through the sky before viciously colliding in midair.
CLANG!
The deafening sound of metal striking metal echoed across the heavens. Where their blades met, a gold-and-gray shockwave rippled outward.
