The bamboo whip shattered with a loud sound, and the old man in the gray robe turned pale as his entire body flipped backward.
As his body moved, the power from Han Muye's sword was dissipated, and the sword light shattered and returned to nothingness.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he raised the sword in his hand again.
At this moment, Han Qi, who was behind him, cried out in shock, "Be careful—"
In front of him, the black-robed old man who had suddenly appeared crossed his swords and stabbed at Han Muye's neck.
It was fast.
Ruthless.
This strike was comparable to Han Muye's move, the Reversal of the Crescent Moon.
"Boom—"
Han Muye didn't seem to notice the black-robed old man, and he continued to swing his sword down.
However, when he swung this sword, his steps quietly advanced half a step forward.
It was this half-step that directly opened up the space between him and the two swords.
