CLANG!
The air crackled with anticipation as the two figures stood facing each other, their swords humming with barely contained power.
Qin Juehai, a smirk playing on his lips, gripped the Rain and Cloud Swords, their gleaming blades reflecting a cold ambition.
Opposite him, the mysterious figure stood serene, the Heaven Piercing Sword held loosely in his hand, its chaotic aura a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.
"Don't hold back, Senior Brother," Qin Juehai taunted, his voice laced with a bitter edge. "Let me see if you're still worthy of the title 'Sword God'."
The mysterious figure didn't respond. He simply raised the Heaven Piercing Sword, its tip pointing towards Qin Juehai, a silent challenge that spoke volumes.
Swoosh!
