Just one instant.
The sound on the Winter Sword Platform was strangled in a flash.
Many people would surely never experience the abruptly arrested silence of hundreds of thousands even once in their lives, but today, they did.
Everyone-not only the countless spectators below, but those of the Thirty-Three Sword Sects, those great families of the Five Surnames, those reclusive masters, those clans that passed down martial arts... even the seven or eight Sky Tower cultivators present today-went still in an instant.
It was as though a stretch of time had abruptly been severed, and so all sound broke off with it.
At that instant, Yong Ji was fifty feet in front of Gao Ge; at that very same instant, he was fifty feet behind him.
A streak of snow-white sword light stretched through the air, bearing witness to the trajectory that had existed. The side of Gao Ge's neck split open, spraying a vivid red, boiling-hot stream of blood.
He staggered and fell to the ground. The flames on his sword vanished, and copious blood slowly stained the front of his robes red.
Even the Feather Inspector from the Immortal Platform froze for half a breath before darting onto the platform to help, while everyone beneath the Imperial City remained wide-eyed and dumbstruck.
Few recognized this sword stroke, but Pei Ye did.
He stood before the railing, his lips pressed into a sharp line, his face frozen like ice, without the slightest expression.
Clumsy, stiff, an empty likeness though it was... it unmistakably carried the flavor of [Unbound].
Chapter 809: Eyes Aglint with Swords and Halberds, Heart Fire and Mortal Foes (II)
Yong Ji staggered twice on the Sword Platform before steadying himself. He glanced back at the fallen Gao Ge and the distance between them, then lowered his