"Hmph, I knew you Hidden Sword Mountain couldn't sit still!"
A hoarse and aged voice reverberated continuously from above the tumultuous sky, as if emanating from the depths of hell, laden with endless coldness and mockery that echoed persistently over the battlefield where fierce clashes ensued.
"Is that so? It's been many years since Hidden Sword Mountain last emerged; it seems the world has forgotten what a Sword Cultivator is!"
A voice as resonant as a great bell rang out, enveloped in sharp sword Qi, suddenly resounding across the sky.
The voice was akin to the clash of metal and stone, clear and sonorous; as soon as it rang out, it swept over like surging waves, instantly overriding the deafening battle clamor surrounding it.
In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be cast with an immobilization spell, and everyone instinctively froze in their movements, eyes turning towards the direction of the sound.
"Sword, rise!"
