Nian Shi moved.
Not through space.
But through time itself.
One second, he was meters away. The next, his palm was pressed against Yun Lintian's chest.
"Decay."
A single word—
And Yun Lintian felt it.
His skin wrinkled. His muscles weakened. His divine bones brittled. Centuries, millennia of time compressed into a single moment, rushing through his body like a tidal wave.
Nian Shi smirked. "Let's see how you handle decay."
But Yun Lintian's mismatched eyes remained calm.
"Chaos."
The Power of Chaos erupted from his core—Creation and Destruction intertwined. The aging effect shattered, time itself reversing around him as his body returned to its prime.
Nian Shi's smirk vanished.
Yun Lintian's sword was already moving.
"RENDING HEAVEN."
The blade came down—
And time screamed.
The moment Yun Lintian's sword descended, the universe itself seemed to fracture.
