บท 363: Eight-Steps Dragon Slaying (1)

Boom!

Lightning streaked across the sea of clouds, and countless twisted lightning snakes spread in the sky.

The soybean-sized raindrops hit the huge black stele. The two figures standing on the left and right were as small as rice grains compared to the 10,000-square-foot platform. At this moment, they became the focus of the entire world.

Tens of thousands of Jianghu martial artists focused on the two peak sabermen in front of the stone stele. When they heard the words 'my saber is faster than Kuang Yazi's', no one laughed.

After all, martial arts was like this. People stepped on the shoulders of predecessors, using generation after generation of 'disciples surpassing their masters' to elevate the concept of martial arts to the extreme. There was no fastest, only faster, no highest, only higher. There had never been any strongest move that would never change since ancient times.