No one can describe the speed of this sword, just like no one can really tell the whereabouts of meteors.

the glory of emptiness, a thrilling glory, including remote songs.

when he stabbed, all the retreating ways were blocked. He didn't think about it or dare not think about it. He retreated out of instinct. He didn't dare not to retreat, but he didn't think that under the attack of this sword, any retreat was just a futile act. He only felt his fingers cold, then smelled a bloody smell, and finally felt a chill in his heart.

but ye Tian hasn't stopped attacking. He didn't expect that waifeixian just...