The atmosphere grew tense as Lord Six's sword began to emit a sinister aura, its sharp blade taking on an ominous crimson glow. The air grew thick with negative energy, causing the hairs on Yan Xing's neck to stand on end. Lord Six gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he unleashed a burst of dark energy that reverberated through the sword. The vibrations grew more intense with each passing moment, causing the ground beneath them to tremble.
Yan Xing's sword remained steady, unmoved by the ferocity of the attack. The sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the arena, the clash of swords ringing out like thunder. The clash was deafening, a testament to the power of both swords.
Lord Six's sword continued to rattle with each passing moment, the vibrations growing more and more intense. The sound was almost unbearable, like nails on a chalkboard. But Yan Xing's sword remained unfazed, its position unyielding, and showing no signs of being affected in the slightest.
