1917. Limit
The rank 9 cultivator's words barely affected Sword Saint. Every expert who approached the ninth rank would have doubts about the path ahead or face events capable of shattering beliefs. A statement from one of Heaven and Earth's followers didn't even come close to make his existence shake.
The sharpness that was keeping the area devoid of storms converged toward the rank 9 woman. Silver light flashed, and an explosion followed. Sword Saint's iconic radiance hid the cultivator's figure, but no satisfaction appeared on his face.
Sword Saint started to create an ethereal silver sword a few seconds before the arrival of cracks among the sharp light that had covered his opponent. The rain of shards happened, and the rank 9 woman reappeared, revealing how she had managed to avoid injuries again.