This strike surpassed mere speed, containing a hint of profound spatial manipulation!
Faced with this breathtakingly brilliant strike, a trace of approval finally appeared on Gu Qingxuan's impassive face for the first time.
Her right hand gripped the hilt of the unadorned longsword on her back.
SHIIING—!!!
The cry of a dragon, higher and clearer than when Lin Qingyun had drawn his sword, rang to the high heavens!
Gu Qingxuan had finally drawn her sword!
The moment the longsword, as clear as autumn water, left its sheath, an incomparably pure and piercing Sword Intent erupted forth!
The temperature of the entire arena seemed to drop by several degrees at that moment!
Gu Qingxuan didn't perform any fancy Sword Techniques. She simply and calmly extended her blade in a plain, unremarkable strike toward the impossibly fast "Extreme Shadow."
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
