The jade platform groaned beneath the weight of two clashing wills of emerald and gold. Every single breath in the plaza hung in shock withstanding a suffocating pressure, while Li Wei's grip tightened around his war rod as the fissures widened beneath his feet. His chest burned, ribs cracked in three places, and blood seeped into his robes with every breath. His vision wavered at the edges, but the center remained sharp.
It was a reckless path that held lethal repercussions, but this was a path forged by his own making.
His gaze flicked to the weak prisoners, that were still trembling. Others were gasping for air and thoughts about freedom, though they were barely conscious . The execution sigils surged again, as if the array were trying to knit itself back together after withstanding the sheer verocity of the young master's martial power.
Then he looked at Tang Li in the distance with trembling hands. The child clinging to her sleeve had terror within his eyes.
