As the blinding energy faded, silence fell once more.
The swirling winds began to die down, the dust settling slowly across the ruined battlefield.
All eyes were on the two figures who were still standing.
Many thought it might have been a draw, seeing that both of them appeared fine despite unleashing such powerful attacks.
And then—
Clink!
A soft metallic sound echoed.
The tip of a sword fell to the ground.
Everyone's gaze snapped toward Bai Xinyue.
Her sword—once radiant and proud—had been split cleanly in two.
The blade had cracked down the center, the top half now lying at her feet, quivering from residual force.
She stood still, golden-red flames flickering weakly around her body.
Her hair whipped lightly in the aftermath, her robes torn at the edges, but her gaze never wavered.
Her hand trembled slightly as she looked at what remained of her weapon.
Across from her, Bai Zihan stood steady.
