Black cracks spread through the silver seawater, dense as a spiderweb, as though even this stretch of ocean could not withstand the force of that palm strike.
"A defeated foe dares to bark?"
Yue Chenyuan gave a cold snort. Beneath her black hood, undisguised disdain flashed in her icy eyes.
The Temple of Light and the Darkness Temple had been mortal enemies for countless millennia. Their younger generations had clashed on all sorts of occasions.
Years ago, in an arena duel between the two temples' Holy Son and Holy Maiden, she had beaten Wu Guang so badly in fewer than ten moves that he had no chance to fight back.
But disdain was one thing. Facing the radiant handprint hurtling toward her, Yue Chenyuan did not dare let her guard down.
The Seal of the Bright King was a Divine Ability passed down through the Temple of Light for countless millennia.
Rooted in Light Power, its imprint drove away all evil. Its might was immense—enough to tear cracks through space with a single palm strike.
She had to take a Divine Ability like that seriously.
Darkness Force surged across the scythe in her Dark Golden Body's hands. Patterns blazed along the blade like black lightning leaping across its surface.
"Eternal Night Slash!"
The Dark Golden Body gripped the scythe with both hands and slashed diagonally from upper right to lower left. The motion was clean, swift, and seamless.
The blade drew a long, dark arc, like a strip of night torn from the abyss, leaving a black trail through the silver seawater.
Where it passed, seawater parted and space split, as though night itself had become a blade striking at the radiant handprint.
Boom!
An explosion sent the silver seawater surging and churning as though it had begun to boil.