Return of Ten Thousand Swords
A sword broke through the air, and the sharpness it exuded pointed at the center of Feng Lin's brow, brimming with destructive killing intent.
An instant later, Feng Lin could feel a piercing pain near his forehead, as though a needle was stabbing him from there.
There were no greetings exchanged, nor superfluous words spoken. He didn't even see the face of the opponent. Ever since he took the first step onto the 9,000 level, the sword simply shot toward him just like that, brimming with incomparable sharpness.
This entire level seemed to have become the domain of the sword.
Any outsiders would instantly attract lightning-fast killing attacks the instant they got near.
This sword was so quick, so quick to the extent that it was difficult for anyone to react.
Feng Lin stared at that shining light as his thoughts spun rapidly. It felt like time had completely frozen at this moment.