BOOM!!!
An overwhelming wave of power erupted from Li Feng's sheathed sword, shaking the entire area.
The ground trembled violently beneath their feet, and a powerful gust swept across the battlefield, forcing the surrounding soldiers to shield their faces.
Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring everything in sight.
For a brief moment, no one could see what had happened.
Then, slowly, the dust began to settle.
General Zhen remained where he stood, his eyes still closed as he waited for death to claim him.
Yet, the expected impact never came.
Confused, he cautiously opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Li Feng standing before him, his expression as calm as ever.
And above his head… the sheathed sword had stopped.
Its tip hovered just inches above his forehead, close enough that General Zhen could feel the terrifying pressure radiating from it.
"…?"
He had already accepted his death.
