A single instant was too fast.
Before Feng Sanniang and Hua Ruyu could make a move, the moment Meng Tongtian drew his sword...
Dongfang Guanyun had already struck first.
With a metallic clang, a sword cry rang out for an instant. The spirit sword in Dongfang Guanyun's hand crossed the void and, in that same instant, thrust toward Wang Xian.
A sword strike from the peak of Kunlun, under everyone's watchful eyes, pierced into the world before Wang Xian.
The Old Daoist had once said on Kunlun Mountain, "The three feet before me are my world."
Ten years in the Heavenly Book World had taught Wang Xian to understand those words. Now, he had far surpassed who he was back then.
The three feet before him were his world—and a distance of three feet could be as vast as the ends of the earth.
Even if this sword swept across the world, crossed the void, and ignored the distance between them...
In the eyes of the Great General and the thousand soldiers behind him, the sword was simply too fast. Before they could even see it clearly, it had already pierced the prince's chest.
Only Li Dalu knew that Dongfang Guanyun, who was as refined as a scholar, wasn't the first cultivator to challenge his junior brother, but she was the one who had come closest.
Not because she was mightier than every expert in the world, but because Wang Xian had simply ignored her.
Dongfang Guanyun, who had already surpassed the Spirit Transformation Realm, tore the void apart with a single sword. In her eyes, everything in the world was an illusion—and Wang Xian before her was no exception.
But she had forgotten one thing: what lay before Wang Xian wasn't merely a barrier. It was another world.
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