Buzz—
Ming Jun's sword intent erupted.
Space itself screamed as countless ethereal swords materialized from nothingness, transforming the battlefield into a world of blades. Every inch of air became sharp enough to split atoms, every shadow a hidden edge waiting to strike. This was his Abyssal Sword Domain—a realm where even time was cut apart by the sheer density of sword beam.
Yun Qianxue didn't retreat.
She raised her Misty Cloud Divine Sword, and winter answered.
A blizzard of absolute zero unfurled from her blade, freezing the very concept of motion. Ice crystals formed in midair, each one a perfect fractal mirror reflecting infinite cutting edges. This was her Frozen Lotus Domain—a space where all things returned to stillness.
BOOM!
The two domains collided.
Ming Jun flicked his wrist. Ten thousand spectral swords shot toward Yun Qianxue, each carrying the weight of a dying star.
She exhaled.
