"Soulheart Sword Scripture: Dust."
Li Yun swung the Profound Origin Sword. The technique looked completely ordinary. No explosive Sword Qi burst out, and no terrifying pressure spread through the tent. Yet Xiao Beichen's face suddenly went blank.
The Azurefire Tyrant Saber stopped halfway through its arc, the azure blade flames flickered a few times and went out, and the enormous pressure filling the tent vanished along with them.
Li Yun stepped forward, and before Xiao Beichen could recover, the edge of the Profound Origin Sword was already resting against his throat. The slightest movement would have killed him.
Several breaths passed before clarity finally returned to Xiao Beichen's eyes, and a bitter smile crossed his face.
"I've lost." He lowered his saber. "And to think I actually believed I might be able to beat you." He shook his head. "You weren't even fighting seriously earlier, Captain Li."
