Fang Han took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"SHING—"
The Cloud Splitting Sword left its sheath.
The dark cyan blade shimmered with a restrained luster in the morning light.
He didn't deliberately pursue power or try to draw upon the Wind Realm. He simply and naturally brandished his sword, pouring forth the enlightenment from his heart.
He thrust his sword.
The thrust was very slow.
So slow that every inch of its movement was clearly visible. So slow that as the tip of the sword cut through the air, you could even see the faint ripples of displaced air.
But the instant he completed the thrust—
"HUM…"
A soft hum, audible only to him, suddenly rang out.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was as if something that had been dormant for a long time had abruptly awakened.
Immediately after, an indescribably terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.
