Mu Feng still couldn't understand how this worthless loser, a mere first-level swordsman, could have possibly blocked his condensed power sword strike, comparable to a divine weapon, with that piece of junk in his hand. He looked at his own sword, then at the one in Han Yan's hand, filled with questions and doubts.
Upon hearing Han Yan's arrogant declaration, Mu Feng didn't have the mind to think any further. He felt a burning pain on his face, as if someone had viciously slapped him across the cheek.
"Han Yan, don't get too cocky," Mu Feng gritted his teeth and unleashed his full power in a sword slash at Han Yan.
In an instant, chilling intent filled the sky, and murderous aura pervaded from all directions, as the surrounding air turned unnaturally cold.
Sword Kill Eight Desolates! This was one of the ultimate skills of Mu Swordsmanship, and a deadly strike at that.
