Carrying the divine sword on his back, Jian Wushuang wore dark red battle armor, his hair flowing in the wind.
Facing a formidable opponent with an overwhelming presence, he silently drew his sword, executing a move he had never seen before.
But that sword strike encompassed the entire Starry Sky.
It was one of his Starry Sky Nine Swords, though he wasn't sure which one.
With just that one strike, the formidable opponent was instantly gravely injured, clutching his chest in an attempt to escape. Yet, Jian Wushuang didn't pursue him. He simply stood alone with his sword at the base of the sacred mountain.
The scene shifted again.
It seemed as though there were fragments missing from his memory.
In the next moment, Jian Wushuang was lying amidst a field of corpses, the sacred mountain still standing in the background. He knelt atop a pile of bodies, his breath completely gone.
