The air split as Liam's hand came down.
Dozens of weapons — sabers, swords, spears, even broken halberds — screamed through the air, each one propelled by invisible force.
They tore across the marketplace like a storm of falling stars, their edges trailing streaks of light.
At the same instant, Liam shot forward, Silverleaf blazing in his grip.
Fang Cheng's eyes widened. His instincts screamed as his halberd whirled in desperate arcs, smashing aside half a dozen flying blades. Sparks burst like fireworks, metal shrieking against metal.
Xuan Zhi threw up his palms, runes flaring along his skin. A dome of shimmering energy erupted around him, deflecting another dozen weapons with ear-splitting clangs.
