Three minutes... A full three minutes...
Everyone seemed paralyzed, like their pressure points had been struck, forcibly immobilized for three whole minutes.
During these three minutes, An Jiahe unleashed a suffocating assault. Like a phantom, he flickered unpredictably around Lin Shen, disappearing and reappearing, slashing from angles that seemed impossible—angles from which an average person would never even see the blade.
Such a heart-stopping offensive still failed to penetrate Lin Shen's defense.
Every black light blade aimed at Lin Shen was blocked, and subsequently shattered, by Lin Shen.
Lin Shen stood like an indomitable mountain, unmoved by crashing waves. In the end, it was always the waves that broke apart.
The blade and scabbard seemed imbued with a mystical force, forming an impregnable fortress.
"The dean's blade technique… it's nearing the path of enlightenment," Vice Dean Qiao said in awe.