HUM.
The sword trembled slightly.
Threads of terrifying power, so dense they nearly materialized, spread out like waves in all directions.
Chen Yang stood firm at the bow of the boat, unmoved. The quivering Longsword hovered in midair, scorning the mortal masses below.
HISS. HISS.
Countless spectators atop Chilian Peak felt the force. Their hearts seized and their eyes narrowed in abject horror.
The surface of the lake rippled, its waters churning.
Chilian Peak, which had been buzzing with activity just a moment before, was now deathly silent.
Who could have imagined that even a weapon belonging to this man could be so extraordinary?
Even Xue Dalong, a titan who had dominated this peak for decades, could only stare at the Longsword floating above Chen Yang's head. His brows were deeply furrowed, and he remained silent.
Being the closest, he felt the sword's fearsome power most acutely.
