Blood once again wafted in the air and lingered at the tip of the nose.

Once the crowd could think again, they realized the implications of the situation.

“What the hell is this saber art?” Even an ancestor became startled.

In reality, calling it a saber art was an understatement. The ancestors of the east and the demon monarchs of Dragon had only one word to describe it - swift.

“Impeccable swiftness.” One of them commented.

“How did he do it?” This became the next question. Merit laws and the grand dao couldn’t explain it.

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