Sword God (3)
The Rain Sword, infused with Qin Juehai's full power, sliced through the mysterious figure's defenses, cleaving through his black hood and revealing his face for the first time.
"Hiss…"
A collective gasp echoed through the desolate landscape as the mysterious figure's face was revealed.
It was a face of stark beauty, framed by long, flowing white hair, its features etched with the wisdom of countless years. But what truly captivated the onlookers were his eyes.
They were blind, milky white orbs that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe, a testament to the sacrifices he had made and the burdens he had carried.
The mysterious figure stumbled back, his hand clutching the wound on his head, his blood staining the pristine white hair.
He raised his head, his blind eyes gazing toward Qin Juehai, his expression unreadable.