"!!!!!"
Raida failed to react to Cui Ciyou's declaration that "Sword Emperors amount to nothing more than this."
She was too stunned. Someone had stopped her slash-a Sword Emperor's strike-with his fingers.
Raida's pupils shrank to pinpoints!
She desperately tried to summon her battle aura, but the powerful aura she had always taken pride in vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea!
When her battle aura failed, she tried to wrench her sword free through sheer force.
Although Raida was a woman, she was a Sword Emperor. Even in a contest of strength across the three great styles, she was confident she would not lose to an ordinary human Sword King.
Yet the sword tip pinched between Cui Ciyou's fingers did not budge. Back when he had first become a Sword Saint, this man had been able to unleash the "Sword of Light" through raw strength and speed alone.
His physical abilities were monstrous. In a contest of pure physical prowess, probably only the higher-ranked World Powers could surpass him.
"What... what kind of monster..." Raida muttered instinctively in shock.
"Fall back! Hurry!"
Timothy was equally horrified by the sight and shouted a warning to Raida.
Then he redirected his sword's momentum, turned back, and slashed again!
"Too slow."
Cui Ciyou's voice sounded in both their ears at once.
The Black-Haired Youth held Raida's sword between his fingers without even looking at Timothy as he turned to strike again.
His right hand, resting on his sword's hilt, moved.
Shing- A faint ring of steel sounded, almost like a dragon's cry.
No one saw him draw his sword.
No one saw him swing it.
Those from the Sword Sanctum saw only a streak...
An indescribable streak of cool, clear sword light, like autumn waters, flashed past