Gongsun Jing stood tall, locked in constant battle, awaiting the ultimate moment to make his move, his blade gripped tightly in hand.
If you all were here...
Perhaps you could do better than me...
Dark clouds hung oppressively, with distant thunder rolling intermittently. Wang Anfeng fought fiercely, refusing to be outdone even by a master whose swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, still unwilling to accept defeat.
As the tense standoff persisted, Cao Donglin, who had until then stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent to the duel at hand, sighed softly as he glanced at the brutal fighting below.
His figure vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was behind Wang Anfeng, his right hand raised to gently touch Wang Anfeng's back as he whispered:
"Little brother, you have already committed such great slaughter, stop now..."
His palm was about to touch Wang Anfeng's shoulder with an effortless motion.
