Steadying herself, Ming Yue's breathing slowed as she made a casual strike. It was a simple attack, a downward slash.
It was neither fast nor slow but all of the power that gathered in that sword revealed itself.
As the blade came down, iridescent energy came out as it formed the shape of the moon. Everyone saw it, the visage of a waning crescent as it flew up into the sky, illuminating all that was around it. It split apart the clouds before vanishing into the sky. But it didn't dissipate, ir just continued to fly up.
"That's... impossible..."
"Can you even avoid it?!"
"You can't counter it at all."
"How does that technique even work?"
Everyone's eyes widened in shock and awe at the attack. It was one thing to be able to endure such an attack and another to be able to produce something of that caliber.
"Wait, that's the attack she used against the Idol of Chaos! The shape of a crescent moon!" one of them pointed out.
