The sky above the Grand Central Colosseum fractured into seven blinding pillars of astral fire.
Jian Chen had fully cut his own spiritual safety limits.
He channeled the entirety of his Core Formation Peak golden core—the piled up refinement of twenty-two years of sky pill baths, immortal marrow washes, and ancient sword mantras—directly into the meteor-core heart of the Star-Shattering Sword. The seven orbiting astral magic charms swelled to the size of millstones. It spun with such terrifying outward-pulling speed that they began to tear the surrounding cloud layer into a spiraling vortex of white thunder.
The Seven-Star Continental Cleave.
It was the ultimate, old family divine art of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Legend held that three thousand years ago, the Founding Sword Ancestor used this exact technique to sever an invading dragon king in half, splitting the land-wide mountain ridge into the eastern and western provinces.
The air pressure inside the suspended tiered arena plummeted by forty percent.
Ten thousand spectators in the grandstands gasped for breath, their chests heaving in the sudden, artificial empty pocket. The massive sword technique burned up every drop of surrounding oxygen to feed its energetic matrix. Slabs of Precursor granite began to levitate off the dueling floor, drawn upward into the howling vortex of astral sword light.
