It was not only Lu Yang who sensed that something was wrong.
At this moment, Sword Lord—the one truly facing Chu Sheng in battle—was the most puzzled by, and most wary of, Chu Sheng's utterly bizarre composure.
Could he still have some hidden move?
But at this point, how could he possibly turn the tables?
Where had things gone wrong?
At this moment, on the fourth level of [Other Shore], the figure that had always been wrapped in endless Sword Light finally revealed himself, displaying a graceful, slender form.
Before this, Sword Lord had always spoken through sword cries, his voice like clashing gold and iron. Yet before Chu Sheng, he no longer bothered with such useless concealment. He decisively released the Sword Light around him, parted his crimson lips, and a crisp, pleasant voice suddenly rang out both within and beyond [Other Shore]:
"Chu Sheng, what are you trying to do?"
Even as he demanded an answer, Sword Lord did not stop moving. He held a sword in one hand, while the other rested behind his back, endless light of [Destiny] gathering at his fingertips.
Scene after scene flickered within the light.
They were images of [Destiny], images of fate and sights of the future. There was no fated outcome within them—only infinite changes, like a surging river.
If [Fixed Number] was the result, then [Destiny] was the process.
The two had always been inextricably linked. Sword Lord was now using [Destiny] to deduce Chu Sheng's hidden move, seeking traces of [Fixed Number].
Yet Chu Sheng gave no response. He merely lightly extended a finger.
This finger no longer moved to deal with Sword Lord. Instead, it landed steadily upon the [Other Shore] beneath his feet, producing a soft sound like glazed crystal shattering.
Crack!
In an instant, cracks