Chapter 82 - The Edge’s Slash

Wind sliced through the bamboo forest, each gust a blade that set stalks clashing like swords, their tips glinting under a sky sharp with dawn's first cut. The air carried a metallic tang, a whisper of steel that stung the skin and quickened the pulse. Shadows danced, thin and fleeting, as if fleeing the light that bled from a rift beyond a clearing—a steel gash that hummed with a force so precise it could sever breath itself. The Razor Edge, the forty-fifth force, had drawn its line, its boundless blade of infinite power a silent vow to carve Lin Feng's spirit to nothing.