Crackle!
Yun Lintian's bones creaked.
His blood burned.
His soul trembled.
But his eyes never dimmed.
"No."
A single word, spoken softly—yet it rippled through the infinite mirrors, cracking them.
"I am not any of those."
He stood straight, the prismatic light in his eyes erupting into a supernova of defiance.
"I am Yun Lintian."
And with that declaration—
The mirrors exploded.
Not into shards.
Into nothingness.
The infinite possibilities vanished, erased not by force, but by sheer irrelevance.
Lu Xingzhi recoiled, his eyes widening.
"You—!"
Yun Lintian was already before him, the Heaven Sunderer plunging toward his chest.
This time, Lu Xingzhi couldn't dodge.
This time, he couldn't block.
Because this strike carried no technique, no law, no authority.
Just Yun Lintian's will.
And that was enough.
"This ends now."
The blade pierced.
CRACK!
The Heaven Sunderer pierced through Lu Xingzhi's chest with a sound like shattering glass.
