But the flowing water could not turn into a sudden rain; it stopped.
The sword scattered into the stream, and among three thousand three hundred and eighty-two forces, it only took a sway to correct itself. The stream gradually stagnated, and Shao Xiuyuan found that his sword couldn't move.
On the quiet Sword Platform, Pei Ye pressed down on Shao Xiuyuan's sword slowly until its tip touched the ground with a light "ding" sound.
Pei Ye retrieved his sword, took a step back, and saluted: "Thank you for letting me win. Next, please."
The banquet hall fell into silence; the contrast of this overly intense scene created an odd sensation.
The simplicity of the [Breaking Ground] sword was matched only by the surreal ease with which it suppressed the [Spring Water Silk].
People doubted if they missed something, but the sword's trajectory was so clear and obvious: [Breaking Ground] made contact, then scattered for a moment, before pressing Shao Xiuyuan's sword to the ground.
