In Lu Hao and Lu Ren's eyes, Luo Zheng's sword strokes were not fast.
They could even be described as very slow, with each stroke taking the time of a breath.
Yet each stroke came down with precision accurate to the slightest hair.
He looked like a puppet moving mechanically. There was no fast or slow—only proceeding step by step, treading an exact rhythm.
But his efficiency was terrifyingly astonishing!
Every Bald Golden Crow that descended crashed precisely into his sword radiance, as if it had been possessed.
In the time it took to breathe ten times, Luo Zheng had slain ten Bald Golden Crows.
These Bald Golden Crows were not brainless idiots. Their thoughts were as nimble as those of humans.
After losing ten companions, they finally began to feel afraid.
"Ga, ga, ga, ga..."
The remaining Bald Golden Crows exchanged a few words, then spiraled upward and fled in all directions...
The crowd had originally been in a state of utter panic, but when they saw those fleeing golden Escaping Lights, they all stared at Luo Zheng as if he were a monster.
Only then did they remember what Luo Zheng had done on the city wall moments before.
Luo Zheng had stood atop the city wall, stabbing out with his sword one stroke at a time, neither fast nor slow.
Yet every stroke of his sword had been calculated. Not one of those scattered black Golden Crows had landed on the city wall; Luo Zheng had kept them entirely outside it!
"Luo Zheng, how did you do that...?" Lu Hao asked, staring at him.
The long sword in Luo Zheng's hand spun several times. With a flash of light, it was already tucked back into his Sumeru Ring. Smiling, he said, "Just focus your entire mind. They're