It's as if time didn't even pass as the edge of Tianqin's blade was already a hair's width from Ferris' face.
Despite the situation, there was a warm feeling and awe at the man's sword essence.
It felt like it wasn't even there. Ferris could only see it as a sword as it is and he couldn't he feel its presence.
Tianqin's blade had become one with the world's essence. Ferris knew that from experience, after all, he himself had reached this level.
But to see it as an ant was something spectacular.
If Tianqin's blade wished to cut, then it would cut. If not, then it wouldn't.
Each swing was filled with the will of the Impaler to change the world before him.
I can't dodge—
Felix!
Clang!
"Oh? That's impressive without a doubt," the man said, easing the pressure of his sword to allow Ferris to breathe.
Perhaps it was the world's will that Ferris managed to raise his sword fast enough to stop Tianqin's blade.
However, it was not Ferris who did it.
