"Compete with me in speed?"
Mo Ying laughed.
Speed competitions were precisely what she feared the least.
Because her Sword Intent was the Swift Sword!
Clang!
Bolstered by the amplification of her Swift Sword Intent, Mo Ying moved as fast as lightning, effortlessly parrying the Barbarian War God's countless strikes, and launched a powerful counterattack.
Rip!
A sword slashed horizontally.
The Barbarian War God was sent flying by Mo Ying's Divine Sword, a thin line of a sword mark appearing on his neck, from which blood streamed.
"What a fierce Divine Sword!"
The Barbarian War God's eyes widened. "But that's all you can rely on to fight a god like me—these external factors."
He roared in anger, his body shimmering with a treasured light.
The sword wound on his neck miraculously healed in an instant.
"Die!"
Mo Ying didn't hesitate for a second, striking sword after sword with incredible speed, surpassing the reaction limit of the Barbarian War God.
Rip!
