In the open clearing between the great trees of the sect's central area, two swords were drawn at the same time.
A sharp sound echoed through the clearing.
Immediately, an intense pressure filled the space. Feng Yuan released a pressure of the Qi Liberation Realm equal to Kyrian's, along with an incomplete sword intent, but one dense enough to be felt from afar.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the nearby vegetation seemed to bow slightly before him.
Kyrian, in turn, merely raised his gaze slightly.
His sword was drawn from its sheath in a clean motion, without a sound.
And then, the true sword intent spread.
The atmosphere changed.
The air, once heavy from Feng Yuan's presence, became even sharper.
Tianhai felt his own sword vibrate and touched it lightly with his intent, calming it.
Yanyu took a deep breath, her heart racing. Even she, who had seen Kyrian fight countless times, felt that this moment was different.
Feng Yuan smiled.
