"Heh, running quite fast, aren't you?"
The corners of Qin Mu's lips curved into a freezing smile as he waved his hand generally. Some of the flying swords performed a mid-air reversal, meaning a complete turn with no apparent trajectory.
The process of slowing down, halting, and speeding up again happened unseen, as if the swords have avoided the rules of physics altogether.
For the Myriad Sword Pavilion disciples, it was a miraculous sight to behold.
"Mental power is still power." exclaimed One of them.
"If it is power, it must obey Newton. It needs to decelerate and restart!"
"Such a turn is simply... a miracle!"
"I'm numb," shouted Zhang Chengwu, looking towards the sky. "Newton's coffin lid can't be held down anymore! Pavilion Master is awesome! This dominion power is enough for a lifetime of study on my part!"
Qin Mu's current mental strength was at the sixth grade of the Grandmaster level, which innately offered a basic attack of six million.
