The sound of metal meeting something harder than metal rang across the clearing.
The noise was sharp and clear. It cut through the tension like a blade.
The shockwave from the impact kicked up a circle of dust around them.
Wind blasted outward from where Arthur stood. Small stones and debris scattered in all directions.
But Arthur didn't budge even an inch. His boots remained planted firmly on the ground.
His finger held the blade as if it weighed nothing. The sword pressed against his fingertip without leaving even the slightest mark.
His expression remained completely calm. Not a trace of effort showed on his face.
Silence fell over the battlefield like a physical weight.
Every cultivator stopped moving. Mouths hung open in disbelief. Eyes widened with shock. The casual display of power was beyond anything they expected.
Wei Chen's eyes, still bloodshot and wild, showed confusion for the first time since using the forbidden technique. His sword trembled in his grip.
