With that step, his entire bearing changed.
The coarse cloth clothes, straw sandals, and straw hat remained the same.
Yet the air across the entire Arena seemed to freeze for an instant with that single step.
His hand gripping the sword became incomparably steady. The green light on the blade began to draw inward, condense, and compress.
In the end, it formed a transparent film over the blade, as thin as cicada wings.
"You still love putting on airs."
Sensing the change in Yun Feiyang's aura, Barnes gave a disdainful smile.
Then he heard a voice.
"Nine Swords Descending from Heaven."
"First Sword... Dawn."
Yun Feiyang spoke softly.
Then he struck.
That sword was extraordinarily slow—so slow that every cultivator beneath the Arena could see it with perfect clarity.
The wooden sword rose from below, its tip tracing a gentle arc through the air.
A pale golden halo shimmered along the edge of that arc, like the warm yet piercing light of the first ray of morning sun breaking through the clouds.
But the instant that arc reached its highest point, the light exploded.
The entire Arena was shrouded in a dazzling golden curtain of light, containing an incomparably pure Sword Intent.
That Sword Intent did not harm the body or destroy physical objects. It attacked only one thing.
The flaws within the enemy's saber intent.
Every offensive force Barnes had solidified, filled, and constructed with his saber intent revealed its weak points beneath this strike.
The dense saber runes on the magma blade flickered briefly, while seven tiny cracks appeared on the lava saber-intent barrier surrounding Barnes.
Swoosh!!!
The golden curtain swept past Barnes's side.
A three-inch wound was sliced open along the outside of his left arm, and magma-colored blood streamed out.
A faint golden gleam clung to