The Prime Minister's eyes flickered, and for the first time that night, a glimmer of something akin to respect passed through them. But the battle was far from over.
With a renewed determination, he lunged forward, his sword aiming straight for her heart. Hua Jing met him head-on, steel clashing, echoes of war ringing in the night. The dance of death continued, both warriors relentless, neither willing to yield.
Steel clashed violently against steel, the shrill sound of metal slicing the air echoing beneath the canopy of moonlight. Sparks erupted like bursts of fire every time Hua Jing's blade collided with the Prime Minister's, painting the air with glimmering arcs of orange. The courtyard, dim but serene moments before, had become a battlefield lit only by the furious dance of two titans.
