So fast!
Watching this scene, the people in the Quiet Garden were speechless with horror.
Zhuo Rusui had not seen it. Only now did he hear the sound of the sword tearing through the air.
Bai Qianjun's face was ashen. He knew that if he had been standing opposite Jing Jiu, he would already have been slain by that single strike.
The word "keen" sometimes described sharpness, but more often, speed.
With all its grime removed, Universe Edge had become much thinner, like a sheet of paper, allowing it to unleash its speed and sharpness to the fullest.
Its sharpness probably still fell short of the Nondual Sword, but it was faster.
Its speed probably still fell short of Fusi, but its killing power was greater.
In a sense, Universe Edge struck a perfect balance between speed and sharpness, making it an incomparable match for Jing Jiu's Netherworld Immortal Sword.
So much so that even though the Qilin had been on his guard, Jing Jiu had still wounded him with a single thrust.
"What does this accomplish?"
The Qilin watched the trails of sword shadows stirred up by Jing Jiu's robes and said impassively, "Though you and your sword are fast enough, you still aren't strong enough."
As the ancient divine beast of the highest rank on the continent, his divine body remained indestructible even after he assumed human form. Universe Edge was already extraordinarily powerful, actually capable of breaking through his skin, but ultimately it could not inflict a deeper wound. Even if there were thousands more such wounds, even if he shed thousands more drops of blood, what would it matter?
A fierce wind suddenly rose in the Quiet Garden, because the Qilin had drawn a deep breath.
He had been gathering his strength for a long time.