Qin Shaofeng had used such a gap in cultivation to flick Zi You's longsword flying back with an inch-force strike.
Even Zi You himself had not escaped unscathed.
Amid a thunderous boom, Zi You flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
He flew dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Several breaths passed after he landed, yet Zi You showed no sign of getting back up.
He lay sprawled on his back.
There was clearly not the slightest injury on his body, yet it was as though his very soul had been lost. He lay there quietly, utterly motionless for a long while.
Time seemed to have frozen at that very second.
Even after witnessing Zi Long get blasted away by Qin Shaofeng using the back of his saber, none of them showed the slightest expression of surprise.
No! It should have been said that there was no sound.
For the astonished expressions on their faces had frozen as well.
One by one, their mouths hung wide open.
As though they could fit an entire apple inside.
Yet those astonished expressions had only arisen when Zi You had just drawn his sword and Qin Shaofeng had counterattacked at the last moment.
Perhaps the surprise had only deepened a little.
But not even the slightest change had appeared.
It was as though those looks of shock were merely paintings on paper, incapable of changing in the slightest for any reason.
After a long, long time.
"H-how is that possible?!"
"Y-you're only, only at the Saint, Saint Star Position... ah?"
The frozen silence on the battlefield finally broke.
Yet it was not Zi Chongming, Zi Long, or any of the others who broke it. The voice came from Zi You.
Several more breaths passed after the words left