The Qianlong wilderness slept beneath a bruised sky, its ridges and ravines exhaling mist that glowed faintly in the dusk light. Crags shaped like sleeping dragons loomed over the valley, and the air trembled faintly with hidden spiritual veins. Wind hissed through razor grass and the scent of iron drifted from where fresh blood soaked into the soil.
Lightning whispered along the horizon. ~Crk… crk…~
At the valley's center, three cultivators clashed with such ferocity that the wilderness itself seemed to hold its breath. Each strike, each counter, tore gouges into the ground and scattered shards of glowing qi like fireflies.
Hang Feng roared, his saber aura spilling outward in crimson arcs. His veins pulsed like molten rivers beneath his skin, his body vibrating with the manic energy of wounded pride.
[4th move of the Tyrant Saber Art – Battle Tyrant Slash!]
