"Rustle," the oil-paper umbrella slowly opened.
In an instant, the arena fell silent. Not only did the stage become still, but an extraordinary hush enveloped the surrounding audience seats as well. In the very moment Wu Chengjue opened his umbrella, an incomparable burst of icy cold Qi erupted. At that moment, time seemed to freeze as a terrifying silence and depth engulfed everything.
The golden figure in the void, holding a knife, suddenly stiffened in his movements. His unstoppable momentum ceased abruptly, and the entire sky turned into a black and white backdrop. Only Wu Chengjue stood out in vivid color.
It was as if silence had fallen on everyone's ears simultaneously, engulfing them in utter quiet, completely plunging into silence.