The storm of swords spun around Zelia, cutting the ground into pieces.
The Hero Supreme tried to push through, his glowing sword swinging with all his might.
"Break, damn you! I won't lose to a girl!"
But every time his blade cut one sword, two more appeared.
Phantom cuts slashed across his arms and chest.
His breathing grew heavy, his grip weaker.
The Cultivator Supreme roared, golden qi bursting around him.
He threw punch after punch, breaking through several flying swords.
But thin red lines appeared on his body with each clash.
His chest heaved, his fists trembling. "What… what kind of power is this?! My body shouldn't be cut this easily!"
Zelia stepped forward calmly, her voice cold.
"[Sword Demon Ether]… every cut stays with you. Even if you heal, the fear of the blade remains."
The Hero Supreme staggered, blood dripping from his chin.
He tried to lift his sword again, but his arms shook. "No… I can't… lose here…"
