"Enough!" King Alaric barked, but the tension had already surpassed the point of no return.
Ethan smoothly released Isabella's waist and, in the blink of an eye, launched himself into the air. The prince's guard who had begun drawing his blade unleashed a horizontal slash imbued with silver spiritual energy, but Ethan casually deflected the impact with the flat side of his black blade, using the momentum to position himself directly above them.
In mid-air, the air surrounding Ethan turned bone-chillingly dense. His Sword Dao Heart overexerted to its absolute threshold activating the newly forged comprehension he had attained during his recent closed-door cultivation he saturated his technique with the force of his void bloodline.
A violet and pitch-black aura, distorted by microscopic spatial fissures, enveloped the blade of his sword.
[Void Twilight]
