His hands were pale and aged, a stark contrast to his youthful face. Veins pulsed beneath the thin, wrinkled skin, speckled with dark age spots. As he moved his hands, visible air currents formed, whistling through the air. With each deliberate movement, these currents intensified, then erupted forward, aimed with blinding speed towards the Sect Master.
"Whoosh!"
"Hooooooo!"
The air currents, accompanied by a sharp sound, tore through the air, striking the disciples on both sides of the battle and then the Sect Master.
"Arghhhhh!"
The disciples were thrown back, screaming in agony. The Sect Master, unable to block the attack, coughed up blood and was hurled several metres back, landing heavily with a loud thud.
"Ughhh!"
After letting out a muffled groan, blood was surging chaotically in his chest and he could not help but spat out a mouthful of blood as blood continued gurgling out of his mount and spilling down his chin.
"Sect Master!"
"Sect Master!"
