"Huff, huff..."
At that moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall into a brief standstill. All was silent, save for Ye Xinglan's slightly ragged breathing echoing through the air and the lingering starlight on the Stargod Sword slowly fading like a dying candle, leaving behind a faint glow.
Though it had been only a simple slash, it had drained every last bit of her essence, energy, and spirit. Her insights into the sword, her release from the past, and the outpouring of her emotions—everything had condensed upon the blade and poured forth alongside that Brilliant Starlight.
At that moment, Ye Xinglan's face was pale as paper, as though she might collapse at any time. Yet an unprecedented brilliance burned in her eyes.
It was the clarity and resolve that erupted after she had seen through the haze and gained a thorough understanding of her own swordsmanship.
The surrounding air seemed to have solidified. Bai Xiuxiu, Lan Fozi, Wu Sidu, and the others all fixed their gazes upon the dissipating blood mist and the severed corpse. For a time, no one spoke.
Clearly, Ye Xinglan's earth-shattering strike had greatly shaken their hearts, leaving them unable to recover their senses for the moment.
Xu Xiaoyan, however, looked at Ye Xinglan with a hint of scrutiny. Because of Starlight Amplification, coupled with the considerable Martial Soul resonance between her and Ye Xinglan, she had sensed some of the intense emotions carried within that sword strike.
When Xinglan had swung that sword, images related to Fusheng seemed to have flashed through her mind!
A trace of doubt rose in Xu Xiaoyan's heart, but when her gaze swept over Fors, who stood quietly behind them watching the battle, she forcibly suppressed the thought. Otherwise, Fusheng's inherited relic might face another crisis.
"Xiaoyan, be careful! The