An Ancient Bell seemed to boom within his skull. In his mind's eye, his Self God strode forth from a roiling, wave-like mist, suppressing all chaos.
The roiling killing intent and anxiety receded like an ebbing tide, leaving him acutely aware of the trembling in every muscle fiber of his body.
The spear tip reflected in Xu Yunfan's pupils seemed to slow by half a beat. He twisted his waist and leaned back, his movements perfectly synchronized with the weapon's afterimage. As his nose grazed the blade, he could even count the fine Cloud Patterns etched upon it and perceive the flickering frequency of the aura pulsing from its tip—an aura that could effortlessly rip his body to shreds.
SHHNK!
The spear's aura carved a deep, sparking trench into the ground that stretched for fifty feet.
"Huh?!"
The high-ranking member of the Incense and Candle Sect couldn't believe his spear strike had missed.
