Yun Lintian's instincts screamed at him. He twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the golden streak of light that tore through the air where he had just stood.
The attack was swift, precise, and carried an overwhelming power that sent shivers down his spine. He turned his gaze toward the source of the attack, his eyes narrowing as a figure emerged from the spatial rift.
The man was tall, his figure cloaked in a dark robe that seemed to absorb the light around him. His face was obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, but the aura he exuded was unmistakable—a cold, oppressive energy that radiated danger.
In his hand, he held a sword, its blade glowing with a golden light that seemed to hum with power.
Yun Lintian's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the sword art. It was the same as his own—the Heaven Piercing Sword Art. His mind raced, and then it hit him.
