The youth whose face had once been green and immature now stood within arm's reach of Chu Mu, his features twisted into something utterly ferocious, his eyes crimson and his expression seemingly mad.
The treasured blade, sharp enough to slice hair and sever strands, struck the youth's flesh-and-blood body, yet only managed to cut a slit in his chestwear.
The iron-and-stone-like recoil proved beyond doubt that the youth had suffered no harm from the blow. "Get lost!"
The youth growled low. It was clearly only one word, yet it sounded like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves. In an instant, Chu Mu felt an unimaginable force surge from the blade's edge.
The treasured blade, sturdy enough to cleave iron and stone without damaging its edge, shattered outright beneath that tremendous force!
Meanwhile, Chu Mu, whose body was made of flesh and blood, flew backward like a kite with its string cut, finally crashing into the wall before tumbling to the ground.
Fortunately, perhaps because the youth was desperate to escape, he did not strike again. After throwing that punch, he turned and fled for his life.
"Ugh..."
The pain raging through every inch of his body nearly suffocated Chu Mu. Before he could even rise, hurried footsteps approached from far away.
"Which way did he run?"
Li Jinghong led a large group of Patrol Inspectors rushing over. Upon seeing Chu Mu lying on the ground, he asked urgently.
"Over there..."
Chu Mu pointed toward the direction in which the youth had fled, his speech somewhat incoherent.
"Pursue him!"
Li Jinghong did not hesitate in the slightest. With a wave of his hand, the swarm of Patrol Inspectors came rushing over, then vanished into the darkness in a clatter of footsteps.
As for Chu Mu, he remained sprawled on