Faced with this Mountain-Splitting Stone-Shattering strike, Fang Han remained perfectly calm. His right hand shot up, gripping the hilt of the sword at his left hip.
"SHIIING—!"
The clear cry of a sword, like a dragon's roar, suddenly rang out, drowning out all other noise in the area.
The Cloud Splitting Sword was unsheathed. Under the flickering firelight, its dark-green blade shimmered with a deep, restrained luster like flowing water. It wasn't dazzling, yet it was deeply unnerving.
An intangible yet distinct Intent rose from Fang Han—nimble, ethereal, and all-pervading.
Wind Sword Intent!
In that instant, he channeled the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique to the Mastery Realm.
There was no dazzling explosion of light, only a flash of dark-green sword light, condensed to its absolute limit and moving too fast for the naked eye to follow.
Like an invisible fissure in the night wind, it silently yet decisively met the incomparably ferocious, dark golden Saber Gang.
