Time flew. Before he knew it, an entire year had passed.
The Soul-luring Incense inside the hall, massive as it was, was beginning to reach its end.
The moment the incense was extinguished, the special fragrance that filled the hall vanished in an instant. The door was once again unlocked.
Jian Wushuang, who was seated cross-legged, opened his eyes and rose to his feet.
He wore a smile on his face as he made a small wave with his hand.
Out of the blue, a sword light appeared.
The dazzling sword light flew forward, moving so miserably slow that it seemed any Dao Master could easily dodge it by using a body technique.
However, never mind a Dao Master, even a Celestial Master would be forced to confront the light with all his might without being able to dodge it. That was how fast the sword light was.
"The real Speed Sword Principle is the combination of both 'fast' and 'slow' motions."