All people could see was a shadow left on the arena.
Xia Yan Yi's physical form was already nowhere to be seen.
This was an illusion created by a speed that surpassed visual perception.
"Swoosh!"
One sword strike from Xia Yan Yi's longsword seemed to transform into ten swords, then a hundred swords.
The entire space was filled with Sword Light.
The naked eyes could no longer lock onto the Sword Light.
Too fast, fast to the extreme.
"Die!"
However, everything that just happened seemed to be an illusion.
The longsword in Xia Yan Yi's hand appeared to slow down, along with the countless Sword Lights.
Converging into one solidified sword strike.
From extreme speed to extreme slowness.
Over a hundred Sword Lights seemed to unite into one.
A shadow of a sword.
Incredibly slow.
Yet, it was like it pierced into everyone's eyes.
This sword speed, slower than the fastest, seemed even more impossible to withstand.
