Chapter 701: The Sword Isn't Fast, Only the Mind Is in Chaos
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Updated : Apr 15th, 2026
A torrent of white light, sharp and absolute, tore through the space between the White Dragon Envoy and Horacio Yoxall.
It was a sword.
But to Saint Wanwan, it was not a mere weapon of steel. It was a manifestation of pure speed, a concept given form. The air itself did not have time to part; it was violently ripped asunder, letting out a sharp, piercing scream that scraped against the eardrums. Every mote of dust, every droplet of moisture in its path was atomized, leaving a transient, vacuum-like...
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