The City Lord's Manor was a prison of bloodlight, hazy as a dream; one could not see their own fingers stretched before them.
A slash of blade light tore across the sky like a lone star, incomparably swift and supremely sharp, as though it would cleave apart every last ray of light between heaven and earth.
Xiang Yuan stood with his blade in hand. Behind him was the white-robed man, a beat too slow to begin wielding the force of heaven and earth in defense.
"Even falling down takes you this long."
As Xiang Yuan's words fell, a mist of blood burst from the white-robed man's chest. The man slowly collapsed, the grand formation drawing the blood from his body and leaving behind a desiccated corpse.
Six figures closed in from every direction. Some skimmed swiftly across the ground, stirring vast swathes of black cloud; others descended through the air, their surging momentum bearing down like a rainbow.
They gathered the laws of heaven and earth, churning the winds and clouds into sudden upheaval.
The figure to the east charged forward, Divine Steps in Eight Directions carrying him as fast as lightning. The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, while the blade in his hand brought down a flash of lightning. Before its edge even arrived, its killing intent was already crushing at the soul;
The figure to the west rode the wind through the air, light as drifting silk and nimble as a swallow. His longsword traced an arc of light, cold as frost, laying down a dense net of swords that spread frigid energy capable of strangling all life;
The figure to the south pressed down like a mountain. Both fists thrust out with the force of ten thousand jun, compressing the air until it twisted