The moment Guan Yue stopped resisting, heaven and earth mourned together.
The skies within ten li of Duanmu Manor changed abruptly. The night moon, already shrouded in bloody light, vanished completely behind churning crimson clouds. The earth cracked violently, and what surged from those fissures was no longer azure blade intent, but a towering torrent mingling the origins of righteousness and evil.
Guan Yue's body hovered above the ruins.
Cyclones tore at his dark-blue robe, making it snap and flutter. His graying hair whipped in the bloody wind, and he looked like a sacrificial animal pinned to an altar by two opposing forces.
The thirteen streams of blood-red killing intent had completely devoured the lower half of the thousand-zhang azure blade phantom overhead. The origin power pouring backward through the feng shui channels washed against the final barrier within him with unstoppable force.
Crack...
Another fissure appeared in the barrier.
Guan Yue closed his eyes, feeling the flood of power churning within him. Others yearned in vain to reach the threshold of the upper four realms, yet he had done the opposite, holding himself firmly in the Supreme Grandmaster realm as though honing a blade.
He wanted to hone the sharpest blade under heaven.
One stroke would carry him straight into the sage realm.
But tonight, someone was about to forcibly snap this blade he had spent half his life honing.
So be it.
Guan Yue sighed inwardly.
The cracks in the barrier grew ever denser. The torrent of origin power had breached the first layer of defenses and was rushing toward the threshold of the sixth realm.
In another moment, that door would be battered open.
"Wait, something's wrong?"
Li Xiang's pupils contracted sharply.
He sensed a faint anomaly.
It came neither from the cyclones above the battlefield nor