"Stop!"
...
"Foolish!"
...
It was now the hour of the Pig, precisely when the roosters crowed. The moon in the sky gradually turned transparent, and the early dawn slowly rose in the east.
Having fought continuously through the night, even martial artists of superior physical condition felt somewhat languid at this moment. However, when everyone gathered in the battlefield heard these two voices, their bodies trembled in an instant, all turning their heads sharply to the east, looking to the source of the sounds.
At the end of the dawn, a handsome young man in white, carrying a longsword, approached from stepping through the clouds.
His expression was arrogant. His sharp sword-like eyebrows pierced the skies, and not even his flowing white robe could hide his upright stature. His steps, slow and rhythmical, seemed to tread upon the hearts of everyone present.
Sword Qi enveloped his surroundings, and a glint of light flashed in his pupils.
