The Nine Profound Mountain spans vast distances, with countless peaks standing tall. Upon one of the lower mountain peaks, a hundred meters in height and covered with maple trees, Shi Xiaole was practicing his swordsmanship in the wind.
Petals, maple leaves, and dead branches were swirling around him, blown by the wind from behind and then drifting into the distance. At one moment, Shi Xiaole suddenly thrust out with the ordinary long sword in his hand.
The petals, maple leaves, and dead branches abruptly paused, but only for an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion. Shi Xiaole's movements froze in place, and after a long, long time, he finally opened his eyes.
"Lightning Startling Swan truly lives up to its name. This move seeks the ultimate in speed, to be so fast that it surpasses my reaction ability."
Shi Xiaole felt somewhat helpless.
