Xuanhuan: My Sword Strikes Just a Little Too Slowly

Lin Qiye thought that with a sword in hand, he could right every wrong and dominate the world, but he was betrayed and killed.

In this life, he follows his own whims and keeps his sword hidden in his heart.

The Sword Saint of Heaven and Earth: "You're too slow to draw your sword..."

The Sword Saint of Heaven and Earth, dead!

The Sword God of the Nine Hells: "Everyone says you're slow to draw your sword. You're every bit as pathetic as they say..."

The Sword God of the Nine Hells, dead!

The White-Robed Sword Immortal: "In all my years of cultivation, without exception, anyone slower than me to draw their sword has met certain death..."

The White-Robed Sword Immortal, dead!

Lin Qiye: "I'm just a tiny bit slow to draw my sword because no one has ever survived it."

The moment he gripped the sword in his hand, he had already taken hold of the whole world.

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