He saw again, the magnificent long sword in Ye Xuan's hand rising, sweeping across the void, sword shadows like tides.
The Sword God could see all the trajectories clearly.
But strangely, even though he understood all the trajectories and quickly found a way to counter Ye Xuan's strike, in the end, he couldn't lift his hand, let alone his sword.
Because...
He was already dead.
Silent, peaceful, without a sound.
The Sword God fell!
The scene froze.
Ye Xuan appeared behind the Sword God, holding the sword in one hand, eyes lowered, face expressionless without any emotional fluctuation.
The Sword God stood behind Ye Xuan, hands tightly gripping the katana, his elderly eyes wide open, pupils contracted filled with astonishment and ecstasy, as if the moment before everything froze was the happiest moment of his life.
Someone once said, witnessing is a privilege.
This saying fits perfectly at this moment for the Sword God.
