Floating Light Forces the Throat, Enlightenment Returns to Truth; Chasing the Dragon Bestows Wisdom, Both Achieve

Zhao Cheng had been wondering just a moment ago why this sword was moving so slowly. Yet the next moment, he discovered with eerie shock that the little sword had already closed to within half a zhang of him. Every Ten Thousand Peaks Returning to Void along its path was like paper mache, pierced through in an instant before dissipating.

His heart jolted violently.

How had it done that?

It was clearly moving so slowly. From beginning to end, he could even see its trajectory clearly—yet in reality, it had reached him in the blink of an eye.

How could something so bizarre exist?

There was a severe discrepancy between his perception and reality, leaving Zhao Cheng feeling unbearably awkward and unsettled.

But most terrifying of all, the little sword was still drawing closer, advancing at that impossibly slow yet impossibly fast speed.

Zhao Cheng's entire body tensed as he prepared to evade it as though facing a great enemy.

Yet he discovered that he simply could not dodge. No matter how he shifted and moved, that thing continued its slow, unwavering approach.

In another instant, it was less than three feet from his throat.

Zhao Cheng's scalp went numb.

"What the hell is this!?"

"Could it be Sword Intent?"

"Even Ten Thousand Peaks Returning to Void was silently erased. My physique probably can't withstand this sword!"

In that flash of lightning and flint, he had already reached the conclusion that death was certain.

An unprecedented sense of crisis rose within Zhao Cheng.

He had never expected such an old monster to be hidden within the Sword Hut!

Neither the Yin-Yang Arts nor his spiritual senses had given him the slightest warning!

He could not sit and wait for death!

Zhao Cheng frantically mobilized the Golden Core True Essence within