"Young man, a blade that shows too much of its edge is easily broken."
It was an exceedingly ancient sigh. The voice was not loud, yet it was like a rusted saw blade pressed tight against everyone's skulls and slowly dragged across them, sending up a tooth-aching shudder.
Along with that sigh, the great hall, which had been lit into shimmering ripples by Han Yuchen's "Water and Sky Unite," was instantly shrouded by an extreme, deathly silence.
Crack.
The crystal wineglass in Han Yuchen's hand, already covered in cracks, finally could not withstand some invisible pressure and shattered completely.
Sharp shards of glass mixed with the remaining red wine and dripped onto the floor paved with golden bricks, making a dull sound. That tiny cracking noise seemed like the prelude to some ancient seal being torn open.
It was not that the lights had gone out; the light itself had been "killed."
The brilliant Soul Tool chandelier on the dome of the hall was still operating, but the radiance it emitted was forcibly devoured half a foot from its source by a sticky, living mass of black ink.
Darkness climbed madly along the reliefs on the walls and the cracks in the floor. In the blink of an eye, it submerged all the golden light Qian Renxue had left behind and Han Yuchen's dark-blue water ripples.
Sight was stripped away, and hearing was magnified. The temperature in the air plunged to freezing point, and every breath was like inhaling countless tiny ice needles that stabbed painfully into the lungs.
"What... what power is this?!" Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile staff in his hand flared brilliantly as he tried to dispel the surrounding darkness, but the support light he was so proud of was as weak