"At the very beginning, we only encountered a few low-grade Spirit Wind Arrays," Wu Hong said. A self-mocking bitterness surfaced on his face as he continued, "At the time, we thought nothing of them, assuming that brat had used them merely to speed up his escape."
"Who would have thought that brat had never intended to rely on the Spirit Wind Arrays to flee for his life?"
"The instant we set foot inside, that brat suddenly charged out alone and slashed three fierce Sword Lights straight at us."
"Strange thing was..." Wu Hong's face showed a trace of astonishment. "Those Sword Lights of his clearly did not begin very quickly. We all noticed them at once and prepared our defenses according to their predicted paths, but in the blink of an eye, those Sword Lights became like crashing thunderbolts, so fast that no one could react."
As he spoke, Wu Hong pointed at the deepest sword scar on his chest. "This wound of mine was inflicted then. Had it gone another inch deeper, my life would have been in danger."
A Soul Master beside him, still shaken by the experience, echoed, "That brat's sword momentum was indeed exceedingly strange. It was as though his slashes could accelerate again after being unleashed. We had all caught sight of his attack, but that sudden burst of speed midway through caught us completely off guard."
Tian Ji was stunned. "A sword momentum could accelerate a second time after being unleashed? Are you sure you did not see wrong? Could it have been some kind of swift sword technique, where he slashed out a second sword too quickly for the naked eye to perceive?"
Wu Hong snorted coldly. "This old man has roamed the Soul Master Realm for years. I have encountered no fewer