At the instant he opened his eyes, Yang Ye’s sword shot forward.

Stab, flick, chop, swing, slice, sweep….

As far as Qin Jian and Qin Youshui were concerned, Yang Ye was ceaselessly repeating these movements. The speed at which Yang Ye swung his sword was extremely slow. It was so slow that it was like a child using a sword.

However, their expressions were extremely solemn.

Yang Ye’s speed wasn’t slow, it was swift!

When one was swift to the limit, it ...