Above Tianwu City, dark clouds hung heavy like ink, pressing down as if a giant black curtain lowered by the heavens. They cast a suffocating atmosphere over the entire town, heralding an earth-shattering storm about to break. On the streets, the bustling and lively crowd had gathered in one place as if pulled by an invisible rope. Fear was written on every face, and all eyes were fixed on the two opposing sides in the arena.
Clang!
The gleaming blade in Zhang Chengsi's hand, when only a hair's breadth away from its target, abruptly struck an invisible, towering giant mountain. It was forcefully repelled by a fierce surge of momentum that felt as though it came from the primordial dawn. That energy, resembling a supreme horned dragon awakening from an endless abyss, carried a world-shattering, majestic might. It emitted a deafening roar and charged toward the blade like a surging angry tide. A chilling, powerful shockwave propagated all the way up the blade, sending a sharp pain through Zhang Chengsi's arm as if thousands of steel needles were deeply piercing it. The web of his hand tore open, and blood slowly seeped out. The blade trembled violently in his grasp, humming and buzzing, nearly flying out of his hand. That piercing hum echoed in the near-frozen air like a death whisper. Zhang Chengsi was deeply shocked, his eyes wide and filled with astonishment. His gaze was like lightning, anxiously scanning the surroundings to find the source of this mysterious power. Cold …
Chapter 125