Void Art: Abyss Cleave

Lyon's eyebrows rose as his eyes widened simultaneously. The breath inside his lung was pulled out of him before he could grin. His goosebumps were electrified as every cell inside his body was brimming with excitement despite the scream and wail of pain from the Seraphim Cultivator in front of him. 

Lyon's pupils shimmered before his hair fluttered wildly as an invisible object zipped the air beside his cheek. Like a silent bullet being shot by a highly skilled sniper, the sword intent didn't land a single friendly fire. They narrowly passed his arms, and his legs even kissed the strand of hair at the top of his head.

"Kh!" The Seraphim had his eyes glaring at Lyon before he escaped out of range by using his wings to hover away. The sword intent missed him, but his lips twitched as he saw the deep wound left on the ground. Were he a second too late, he would be in a tighter spot.