Chapter 559
"Too slow."
He gently uttered three words.
Then, the blood-colored sword energy at his fingertip shot out silently.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.
That blood-colored sword energy quietly flew out, as if it wasn't tearing through space, but rather, on a still canvas, was being gently painted by an artist.
It seemed slow, yet possessed a speed that surpassed the concept of space and time.
In the Sewn Giant's perception, an uncrossable gulf seemed to exist between its devastating punch and the tiny sword energy.
It watched helplessly as the blood light easily bypassed the destructive storm its fist had stirred up, and then, in its vision, grew larger... and larger...
Poof!
A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.
The blood-colored sword energy accurately pierced the Sewn Giant's brow.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
