Innumerable gazes looked toward the stone forest.
Liu Shisui stood on the stone post, wearing a shabby robe, his hair like weeds, making him look like a ghost.
However, the sword he wielded looked so balanced and peaceful.
Like a king of three generations, a general of a powerful country, or a handsome scholar.
Jian Ruoyun hadn’t drawn his sword yet.
He was watching Liu Shisui’s sword quietly.
Many people, including Jian Ruoyun, were waiting for Liu Shisui’s sword to pass the middle post.
Until then, Jian Ruoyun could call out his sword.
Time passed.
Liu Shisui’s sword had passed the middle stone post.
That stone post was right in between the two stone posts on which Liu Shisui and Jian Ruoyun respectively stood.
Having flown over three hundred yards, the will of Liu Shisui’s sword hadn’t been reduced even slightly as it maintained its heavenly power.