It seems there is no delay from raising the sword to its downward chop.
Tong Biao's sword hadn't extended three inches, yet the greatsword was already upon him.
"How is this possible?"
Tong Biao's heart raced; he realized that this Primordial Sword Form appeared to be a Primordial Sword but was somehow different.
He had never seen anyone use the Primordial Sword so swiftly.
Unreasonably fast.
Deep down, he vaguely thought of a sword technique similar to the greatsword before him.
However, that sword technique merged into the gentle breeze, turning into a Shadowless Sword.
Completely unlike the current situation, simply straightforward and uncomplicated... just fast and heavy, leaving no room to react.
Seen but can't be blocked.
Before it cuts the person, it cuts the heart...
That's how terrifying it is.
Without thinking, his steps halted as his Inner Qi furiously surged into the soles of his feet, instantly transforming forward movement into retreat.
