Chapitre 1913: There's Only One

Zestria's figure flashed above the battle stage as her body was enveloped in a fiery glaze. In front of her were three opponents who were also preparing their attacks in order to defeat her.

Gracious azure-blue winds swirled, forming mighty tornadoes around the Emperor Sword Sect's disciple. They were attacks being formed by the two other competitors in a temporary truce with the golden-robed man who stood concentrating his sword intent, releasing terrifying amounts of essence energy unto his sword as though wanting to feed it with enough energy to use a technique.

His silvery sword shimmered with a golden gleam, threatening to shred every minute existence in front of it as its overbearing might commanded subservience from others. Even the two competitors beside him felt their hearts palpitate with awe, making them want to relinquish their struggle altogether, and it would be more so the case if it was actually directed at them.