The dark-red glint along the blade left a trail through the void like a frozen crack. Fine, dark-red Law Fragments writhed along its edges, like new flesh growing over a torn wound.
Fang Chen finally moved.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and turned his palm upward. The motion was unhurried, like a flower slowly opening.
In the dark-red blade light, his hand gleamed with the warm white luster of jade, a stark contrast to the giant saber covered in dark-red runes.
Then, just as the edge came within ten yards of his head, he closed his fingers and caught it gently, steadily.
That terrifying blade, powerful enough to cleave a three-turn Immortal Emperor and bolstered by the heaven and earth of the Cycle World, hung motionless in Fang Chen's seemingly ordinary hand.
As though he had caught a leaf blown down by the wind.
The thousand-yard dark-red saber shuddered violently in his grip. Its runes flashed wildly, like a beast struggling with hands around its throat.
But no matter how it shook or struggled, it could not move an inch forward or back. It was a weapon nailed to the void, unable to budge.
Deep in the sky, the dark-gold eye blinked sharply once more.
This time, the movement was greater than ever before, like a lake heaving after a boulder struck its surface.
Crack!
A crisp fracture sounded from Fang Chen's palm.
A fine white line appeared on the dark-red edge. It began where Fang Chen's fingers held the blade and raced deeper into the saber, like a crack spreading across shattered glass.
Fang Chen slowly tightened his fingers.
Under that pressure, the dark-red saber that could cleave an Immortal Emperor crumbled from its edge, piece by piece, like a lump of dry clay crushed in