A figure in a blue robe stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
He stood alone between heaven and earth, with a gentle breeze scattering orchid snow.
Behind him were a thousand layers of green hills, and the vastness of the world.
The boundless aura made Yi Xiang lose the courage to make another move from the deepest part of his heart, causing even his fear to disappear.
How could he still make a move?
Since he began practicing martial arts, all his goals and the limits he aspired to have been completely fulfilled here.
As a martial artist who prided himself on his movement technique, witnessing the ultimate speed of a martial artist was enough to overturn all his past pride—
Lack of talent doesn't matter, lack of understanding doesn't matter.
Ultimate speed can ascend to a level comparable to any Great Grandmaster's technique.
Yi Xiang's eyes were vacant, as if the stunning scene from a moment ago still lingered before them.
