Everyone fell into a deathly silence. Sweat dripped down Zhao Weizhou’s forehead as Feng Wuyu’s sword pressed against his neck. Looking up, Zhao Weizhou could see a smile grace Feng Wuyu’s lips.5

The branch academy’s disciples were dumbfounded. None of them noticed how Feng Wuyu had crossed the three-hundred-meter distance between them or seen him draw his sword.2

Zhao Weizhou gulped, frozen in place. If Feng Wuyu’s sword twitched even a little bit, his head would be separated from his body.1

Feng Wuyu was bizarrely fast. Most frightening of all, he hadn’t shown any sign of moving; his aura was completely calm, like a specter. Typically, when...1