This is heaven’s blessing, a rare and worthy opponent.
Just smile.
Filled with gratitude, raise both fists, draw the blade, gamble on life and death, and fight here.
Until victory or defeat is decided.
Until — fully satisfied and return!
At that moment, on Huangquan Slope, everyone suddenly realized, looked up.
They glimpsed a phantom that did not exist there.
Is it raining?
Yet the sky was empty.
Only some intangible things drifted and fell.
Upon raising their hands to catch it, they felt the illusory chill.
This is snow...
When they closed their eyes, they heard the howl of blades from the afar snow and wind.
And, a second thunder.
"Drummer?"
Huai Shi suddenly looked up, staring at the ceiling, felt the sound from the sky, such a familiar rhythm, almost imprinted in instinct.
The echo spread in the sky dome as if an invisible five fingers tightened, turning the sky into an Iron Fist.
Thunder echoed!
Following that, a high-pitched cry completely cut through everything, the snowstorm vanished without a trace, like a towering mountain emerging from clouds, soaring high and far in the sky.
Ruling all things.
Huai Shi could feel the profound and lofty spirit resonating in the cry, an indescribable sense of oppression.
At the seat, Hisakawa’s hands trembled with excitement, "This is teacher’s Sword of Tianshi!"
Now, between heaven and earth, in this overly small border, a massive spirit rose from the mountains as if a giant of ten thousand feet was wrestling, trampling the earth, dancing the sky, turning mountains and stars as his weapon.
When they collided, they stirred up a storm and rain on earth.
Huai Shi closed his eyes, already immersed in that vast symphony.