The firmament shuddered under the immense, overlapping weight of two colossal battle lines.
Where there had once been empty sky, tens of thousands of figures now hung suspended in the freezing upper currents.
The wind itself had been strangled, trapped beneath layers of suffocating killing intent, celestial laws, and the raw kinetic heat of countless primed divine arts.
Chen Feng glared at Haoran and at the tens of thousands of Imperial Academy students that appeared, all looking at them mockingly.
His irises flared, tracking every streak of foreign light that had coalesced behind the arrogant young man.
The students had assembled with terrifying, disciplined synchronicity, draped in uniform robes of midnight-blue and gold celestial silk, each embroidered with the emblem of the upper realm's Imperial cademy.
They floated atop clouds of condensed qi, astride tamed primeval beasts, and stepping on flying swords.
