Chapter 827: The Stopping Point
One, two, three, sword riders?[1]
Seeing the rules of this trial, Chu Liang suddenly recalled a game he used to play as a child. But this was no child’s game. It was harsher, deadlier, and the time limit was brutally short.
"Move now!"
Green smoke drifted upward, and a wave of anxious cries swept through the crowd. Most had assumed the trial would involve powerful enemies blocking their path and that teaming up would be enough to pass this trial. No one had expected this. It had clearly caught many off guard.
At the mention of sword manipulation, Chu Liang’s focus sharpened immediately.
As the champion of the Mount Shu Sect’s Flying-Sword Race, his exceptional technique made his sword-riding speed unmatched among peers of the same cultivation realm.
But just as he summoned his flying sword and prepared to take off, a streak of white light shot forward at meteoric speed, almost too fast to see with the naked eye.
So fast!
While the others were frozen in disbelief, they heard the Whale-Riding Immortal call out loudly, "Keep up, all of you!"
It was Chu Liang’s first time being left so far behind right at the start of a sword-riding challenge. All he could say was that the Sword God from Falling Waterfowl Peak truly lived up to his name.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!