"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
The golden zenith of Buddha Country was cleaved open by a streak of Sword Qi.
Rain poured in, accumulating into a crimson pool of blood.
Miao Zhen lowered his head, silently watching his own shoulder, as fresh blood flowed from there, tracing down his arm, drop by drop, falling to the ground, creating a ticking sound.
All of this happened in an instant, the burst of Sword Qi occurring in a mere moment.
"Such a swift sword..."
Miao Zhen couldn't help but utter his amazement.
This sword was indeed swift, so swift that even with full readiness, he still couldn't respond in time.
