But Liu Jianxin only felt that all this was very slow.
A terrifying Inner Strength enveloped everyone, so profound that it left people in despair.
Within the range covered by this Inner Strength, everyone's movements seemed slow-motion.
Even though Liu Jianxin was about to be struck, he managed to dodge with incredible speed.
His Inconstant Sword was unsheathed, a simple straight thrust stabbing towards the throat of the Shaolin Abbot.
Xuan Yong immediately withdrew his palm, trying to evade.
But the sword was too fast, so fast it filled him with despair.
All this happened in an instant.
In that instant, some felt the oppression of being shrouded in vast Inner Strength, some saw the flash of the Shaolin Abbot's red silhouette.
Others saw a near-invisible gleam of a sword.
The winner was decided.
At the moment when the Shaolin Abbot fell, the entire martial world fell silent.
It was only after a while that someone finally reacted.
