Lin Kuang held the Witch in his arms, the Nameless Sword in his right hand quivering as he pushed the Willow Catkin Technique to its absolute limit.
At that moment, Lin Kuang moved like a shadow, his figure flashing past in an instant. In that split second, the wrists of the dozen or so Pei Family members were pierced through. Their long sabers clattered to the ground as anguished cries erupted.
Pei Qiuhai was stunned by the sight. Lin Kuang's movements couldn't just be described as "fast"—they were blindingly swift, reaching a speed that even Pei Qiuhai himself could not match.
What in the world is happening? Where did he learn the Willow Catkin Technique? And how can he execute it to this degree? How can he be so fast?! Pei Qiuhai roared inwardly. The speed was almost unbelievable, and his shock quickly turned to fury.
At that moment, Lin Kuang had no time to care about Pei Qiuhai's expression. He struck once again.
