It was not a small bird like before. It was gigantic, as large as the arena itself. Its red fire wings spread wide, and the heat was so intense that the spectators in the nearest stands instinctively stepped back.
The bird flew toward Kyrian.
Kyrian did not move.
He simply concentrated his Qi into the sword. His eyes shone as the ancestral sword's intent and sharp Qi gathered on the blade. A deep green hue emerged, cutting and alive.
In a few seconds, Kyrian's sword shone with a green light that rivaled the bird's red fire.
He raised the sword. And cut.
The strike was not complex. It was not a secret technique or an elaborate movement. It was just a cut, pure, direct, and absolute.
The green blade sliced through the air.
The white fire phoenix opened its mouth as if to swallow Kyrian.
The green cut entered through the phoenix's mouth and exited through its tail.
The celestial bird split in half.
