Next in rhythm was Xiao Ming.
With a sudden, almost dance-like grace, he shot toward the contested field. His eyes, now burning with a soul-stealing light, fixed on the chaos. His robes whipped about as the scabbard at his hip vibrated with violent anticipation.
PHEW!
The Heavenly Flame Sword departed its sheath before anyone could process the move.
Its body was instantly wreathed in pristine, incandescent fire. A sound like shattering glass ripped through the air the moment he finished the swing.
A ripple of sword qi, deceptively ordinary, spread out like a minor seismic tremor. Only a select few were observant enough to notice.
Their attention, after all, was primarily locked on the major power, Tian Xueyang, and none truly expected an existential threat from a mere Mortal General like Xiao Ming.
KABOOM!
Two heads arced through the air in quick succession as a searing streak of flame scattered in diverse directions.
