บท 405: Attitude

Zong Qian was also stunned by what he saw. He stood there dumbstruck, and even before he could recover, Qin Wentian was already walking away.

“How powerful.”

Zong Qian had an expression of awe on his face. And not just him, those present from the younger generation were all in a similar state of extreme shock.

It was too powerful—from the beginning to the end, Qin Wentian’s sword hadn’t even been completely unsheathed. He had only taken a few steps forwards, and somehow Zong Hong and the others ended up in such a pitiful state. They’d been unable to put up even the slightest bit of resistance, and could only wait to be slaughtered. If Qin Wentian had taken another step forward, propelling his sword out of its sheath by another half an inch, all of them would already be dead.

Both parties were on completely different levels.

Qin Wentian’s talent with swords was too monstrous—had he really comprehended the Perfection Boundary of the first level insight in a mere three months?