The dark swordsman and Li Zhitian fixed gazes. The latter’s opening move had no flaws to speak of, capable of stopping any offense in existence.

“Clank!” The swordsman unsheathed his sword, revealing a blade as thin as an iron sheet. A sword from the mortal world might be thicker.

However, a mortal couldn’t use something so murderous. The intensity came from the initial thought of murder, far before the lifting of the blade.

This split moment stretched infinitely after...