The center of the dueling floor transformed into a kaleidoscopic maze of blinding white blade light.
Jian Chen had fully abandoned martial restraint.
His clean white robes billowed like the wings of a hungry falcon as he let loose the full fury of the Nine-Fold Intent: Endless Sky Severance. He circled Lin Tao at seventy miles per hour, his old family sword blurring into a nonstop, seamless sphere of silver crescents that carved deep, smoking trenches into the diamond-faced granite.
SHING-SHING!
Every swing sliced through the air with a faster-than-sound shriek. The displaced air whipped into violent vortex winds that tore the silk pennants from the pavilion towers seventy feet above. Chunks of shattered Precursor paving stones were sucked into the sword vortex, instantly crushed into tiny powder by the passing blade aura.
To the ten thousand screaming spectators, Lin Tao was trapped inside a solid sphere of shaking razor blades.
“He can’t evade this!” a grandmaster of the Heavenly Sword Sect shouted. He stood at the edge of the pavilion with his fists clenched. “There are sixteen active cuts per second! Every cubic inch of space within five paces is divided!”
Yet Lin Tao didn’t dive, scramble, or panic.
