In that instant.
The edge of the blade had already pressed close to Chu Fengmian.
Rong Bei's blade was the ultimate expression of speed, a comprehension brought to its extreme.
As the blade appeared, the whole arena was alarmed—such rapid sword edge, who could withstand it?
"Instant Blade?"
Chu Fengmian's face remained calm to the extreme, a slight lift at the corner of his eye, cool to the utmost.
Facing the terrifying strike of the blade, Chu Fengmian's gaze was utterly indifferent.
"Your Instant Blade is still lacking a bit. Seeing the moment of the blade's edge is utterly meaningless!"
Chu Fengmian slowly raised his hand, grasped in the air, and that nearly invisible shadow of the blade suddenly froze in front of him.
"Blocked it?"
Countless onlookers turned their gazes over, and in the next moment, as the shadow of the blade came to a halt, each of them could hardly believe their own eyes.
