Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed to slits sharper than her blade. Her lips curved into a smile so wicked it could peel the skin off a demon's face.
"Oh? Is that so…?"
ZIIIIIIINGGGG!
The heavens didn't wait for anyone's opinion.
The sky tore apart like cheap paper under a cleaver, light exploding from the gash like the universe had a grudge. And then it appeared.
Not a sword.
A goddamn monstrosity.
The blade stretched so far it might as well have been a second horizon, its edge gleaming with enough malice to split reality in half. Mountains? Meh. They'd be kindling. Warlord's palace? Just a crumb in its shadow.
The battlefield reflected faintly in its surface, like it didn't even care about the ants beneath it.
Zhao Feng's knees buckled, rattling like an old man's dentures in a hurricane.
"Holy… sun…" His voice cracked like a chicken finding out it was dinner.
