The atmosphere in the room was heavy with silence, punctuated only by the fading echoes of the agonizing scream that reverberated off the walls. All eyes were fixed upon the center of the hall, where a chilling tableau unfolded before them. Elder White's sword remained embedded in the ground, a testament to the devastating strike that had rent Michael's body in two.
Sect Master Jue Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the scene that unfolded before him. He had anticipated witnessing Michael's lifeless form, severed and lying in a pool of his own blood, after Elder White's merciless attack.
But then, a piercing cry of pain shattered the stillness, piercing through the confusion that gripped the room. It was followed by the sickening sound of blood spilling onto the floor, casting the assembly into disarray.
