Chu Yunhe's gaze was vicious, and he showed no mercy in his attacks.
But opposite him, Li Muyun remained composed.
His figure drifted unpredictably like willow catkins, weaving through the gaps in the sword light.
His steps looked simple, yet he always managed to avoid the sword edge by the barest margin.
Now and then, a light pat of his hand was enough to make Chu Yunhe's sword momentum stall.
As the stalemate dragged on, Chu Yunhe's attacks became increasingly strained.
"Senior Brother Chu!"
"Your sword technique is exquisite. Muyun truly admires it!"
"But unfortunately... you still pursue form and momentum too much, and have lost the true essence of the sword path!"
As Li Muyun dodged, he spoke leisurely.
"The sword should press forward without hesitation!"
"It should cut through falsehood. With you worrying about every move, how could you possibly defeat me?"
Hearing this, anger flared in Chu Yunhe's heart.
At this moment, he already understood that this Li Muyun was probably even more troublesome than Ren Huai and Zhao Wuji, the top two ranked disciples of the Red Firmament Sect.
He had cultivated the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique for many years, and when he attacked, it flowed like moving clouds and shifting water, endlessly changing.
Aside from Leng Yuexin, who could contend with him, he had never seen anyone in the same realm remain so relaxed under his sword technique.
Li Muyun was the first he had encountered in all these years.
"Junior Brother Sun, Junior Sister Xu, coordinate with me!"
Chu Yunhe shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the two answered in unison.
"Understood!"
Sun Yan roared, swinging up his heavy hammer as a fierce wind howled with it.
"Mountain-Shaking Hammer!"
The great hammer, wrapped in earth-yellow spiritual power, smashed toward Li Muyun like Mount Tai bearing down