The cyan heavens were bright, the sky cloudless for miles.
Or rather, there should have been clouds, but they had all been swept away by that last sword strike, revealing the vast, magnificent spectacle of the heavens above.
Yet, at this moment, no one cared.
Rather than the brilliant sun, everyone's gaze was fixed on the Sword Light of the [Abi Sword] in Lü Yang's hand, and they felt a chill that pierced them to the bone.
As Lü Yang's gaze swept around, everyone instinctively held their breath. Time itself seemed to freeze. Even Duo Bao Child, who just moments before had been filled with resentment and a burning desire to kill him, now wore an expression of nothing but silent panic.
Lü Yang did not speak.
Everyone was silent.
SPLASH! SPLASH!
The clear sound of rain broke the silence. Every drop had been formed from the Dragon-Fishing Elder's shattered Dharma Body, a heavy downpour that merged completely into the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
