As the world stood still, the Heaven Piercing Sword, now infused with the radiant power of the seven elemental swords, thrummed with an energy that defied comprehension. It pulsed with a light that eclipsed the dim glow of the shattered heavens, casting long, dancing shadows across the battlefield.
Qin Juehai, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in Jian Yun's aura, felt a prickle of fear crawl down his spine. He instinctively raised his stolen sword, its chaotic energy flickering in response to the overwhelming power emanating from Jian Yun.
But it was too late.
Jian Yun swung the Heaven Piercing Sword in a single, fluid motion that seemed to encapsulate the very essence of swordsmanship. The air rippled and distorted, reality itself bending under the sheer force of his intent.
