Shiing.
A subdued saber howl resounded as a hefty click erupted. Saber-sheathed, a lonely figure stood amidst the dissipating chaos of Mystic Aura and tumultuous mana. The corpses of three Ascended beings began to collapse on a fundamental scale, disintegrating by the principles of Omega, an end to all things.
Their Mystic Dao enriched cells, energies, and bones began to break down amidst a surge of saber light. They had all died; their lives and consciousness were gone with three swings of Wei Wuyin's saber.
"H-he did it!" Lin Xianxian cried out in abject disbelief, yet a hard-to-miss joy reverberated in her tone. As the only Ascended being amongst the seven beautiful spectators, she was the only one that truly understood the deeply disturbing strength of a Demi-Mortal Lord and their resulting Demi-Mystic State.
