A sword move that had never even been demonstrated...
Xu Xiaoshou had forcibly deduced it—and had even struck later yet arrived first?
Horror crawled across Gu Yu's eyes, seeped into the hearts of the ancient sword cultivators around him, and pierced the marrow of the Five Domains spectators like an icy wind.
At that moment, everyone thought back, only to find that not a single one had detected Master Shou exploding forth with that sword, passing Gu Yu, and sheathing his sword behind him...
How fast had he been?! Even Mei Suren stared dumbfounded at that brat, who scooped up snowflakes, blew them away, then scooped them up again and blew again...
Even his reaction speed could barely keep up! Of course, it was not the snow-blowing he could not keep up with—it was West Wind Withers Snow! "The ultimate speed, the most terrifying output, the most carefree and composed sword-sheathing... What a West Wind Withers Snow, what a Master Shou!" Feng Zhongzui cried out repeatedly, his blood boiling as every pore on his body opened wide.
Master Shou's sword perfectly matched his interpretation of the words "Sword Immortal."
He believed it was not just him. For everyone who had witnessed this sword, its impression would surely run deeper than Heaven's Liberation or the Second Realm.
There was no other reason.
Master Shou was playing around! When he had needed Heaven's Liberation against Heaven's Liberation, and the Second Realm against the Second Realm, Master Shou had been serious no matter how stunning he was.
Because if he had not wielded his sword that way, he might have lost.
But now, after "gaining a little," he faced the Eight-Gate Grain-Sowing Sword, which had brought all the major First Realms to perfection and could even blend them together...
With such a childish