Then, the twelfth slash came crashing down, its form flawless and complete, as if unifying all of his Blade Intent into a single, perfect whole.
CLATTER… A water bottle slipped from someone's hand, hitting the ground with a distinct thud.
Dead silence.
It was as if time had frozen. The vast Enlightenment Peak plaza, where tens of thousands were gathered, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone—from the disciples and the teaching assistants maintaining order to even some of the distinguished teachers in the front rows—was completely stunned.
At some point, the Chuhe King, who was presiding over the entire assessment, had shot to his feet.
His normally composed gaze now burned like a star, filled with immense, irrepressible excitement. His eyes were locked on the handsome figure standing in the center of the arena, his blade now at rest.
His usually stern and majestic face was now visibly moved, trembling slightly with excitement.
