Sword Draws, Ghosts and Gods Tremble

That light chuckle was incredibly familiar.

After a brief moment of astonishment, a radiant joy immediately appeared in Chen Yao's eyes. She abruptly turned her head and looked behind her.

Behind her, in the narrow alleyway, a figure was slowly approaching. Dressed in a simple yet neat light-colored long robe, who else could it be but Chen Mu?

"Second Brother!"

Chen Yao's face was full of pleasant surprise.

Although she didn't know how Chen Mu had appeared here, to her, it was as if a ray of light had suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness that was about to engulf her.

Chen Mu walked forward step by step with a calm demeanor, his gaze passing over Chen Yao and landing on the man in plain clothes. He said, "Since when has the Paradise Cult dared to appear in Kyoto in broad daylight?"

"Sorcerer..."

The man in plain clothes squeezed out the word.

In Da Yuan's Kyoto, Sorcerers, especially high-rank Sorcerers, were almost synonymous with the Great Yuan Dynasty. Their status was more special than any other group.

But the problem was, he knew almost all the high-rank Sorcerers from the Directorate of Celestial Observation, but there was no trace of Chen Mu in his memory. Clearly, Chen Mu was not from the Directorate of Celestial Observation!

Coupled with Chen Yao's address for Chen Mu, the man in plain clothes immediately realized that Chen Mu was likely a Sorcerer who had only recently awakened, was not yet known, and had not yet joined the Directorate of Celestial Observation.

"What, aren't you going to tell me about your heretical doctrines?"

Chen Mu spoke casually.

He wasn't particularly interested in the Paradise Cult and the Heavenly Born Cult themselves, but he was somewhat intrigued by the so-called 'True Person' mentioned by the man in plain clothes, and the talk about the approaching end of the world.

Many things were not groundless. The fact that the Paradise Cult and the Heavenly Born Cult, these two major cults, could still exist under the encirclement and suppression of the Great Yuan Dynasty and the Eight Sects of the World, undoubtedly had their secrets.

The man in plain clothes remained silent.

He knew the capabilities of Sorcerers too well. He knew that in a place like Kyoto, it was almost impossible to escape the pursuit of a Sorcerer, so retreating was meaningless.

Silently, a sleeve dagger slipped from his sleeve and was grasped in his hand. He stood still, making no movement, but a terrifying aura gradually spread out.

This suppression made the air seem heavy, making it difficult for Chen Yao to breathe. A hint of terror appeared in her eyes, knowing that the man in plain clothes was currently holding back, and once he erupted, it would be a thunderous strike!

How terrifying would the eruption of a Fifth Rank Martial Artist be?

Moving like thunder,

Clearing the way for a thousand armies!

Chen Yao found it difficult to breathe, suppressed by the terrifying aura the man in plain clothes was brewing, but seeing Chen Mu still walking towards them as if unaware, her heart immediately grew anxious.

"Second Brother, be careful, he is a Martial Dao Fifth Rank!"

Chen Yao managed to call out.

A Sixth Rank Sorcerer and a Fifth Rank Martial Artist were on par in terms of level, but there was no doubt that the closer the distance, the more disadvantageous it was for a Sorcerer, especially since it was broad daylight and not the night which was beneficial for Sorcerers!

If Chen Mu approached so rashly and the man in plain clothes suddenly erupted, even if Chen Mu was a Sixth Rank Sorcerer, he would face great danger, and life and death could be decided in an instant!

But Chen Mu's expression did not change in the face of Chen Yao's reminder. He still walked forward with a calm face, until he reached Chen Yao's side.

Then.

Chen Mu gently reached out and took the broken sword from Chen Yao's hand.

He didn't look at the man in plain clothes, but placed the broken sword in front of him and examined it carefully. He saw that the sword was broken, leaving only the hilt and less than an inch of the shattered blade.

The man in plain clothes remained still.

He just stared at Chen Mu.

The oppressive aura belonging to a Fifth Rank Martial Artist grew stronger and stronger, making Chen Yao, who was standing beside him, have to fully concentrate her mind to barely resist the pressure. Her heart was extremely tense, as if she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat and breathing. The world was left with only a vast silence.

"It seems you don't plan to say another word to me."

Noticing that Chen Yao was having some difficulty resisting the pressure brought by the man in plain clothes' Martial Dao Will, Chen Mu finally shifted his gaze and looked at the man in plain clothes with some disappointment.

Chen Mu speaking dispersed the oppressive atmosphere for a moment.

But it was only for this instant that the man in plain clothes moved.

The sleeve-dagger in his hand flipped up instantly, and the Martial Dao Will that had been brewing but not released before, in a flash, surged forward like a rushing river!

It looked like a simple raise of the hand and a stab.

But in Chen Yao's eyes, she suddenly saw that the entire sky seemed to darken, with streaks of blood-red light intertwined, forming a sea of blood that threatened to drown everything!

Only Sixth Rank Martial Artists can temper the rudimentary form of Martial Dao Will and integrate it into their blood energy, while Fifth Rank Martial Artists have truly entered the inner chambers, with every move and every stance containing their own will.

If one's will is not firm enough, their mind will be instantly intimidated, seeing such terrifying illusions before their eyes. Let alone parrying the opponent's attack, they will find it difficult to even move!

Chen Yao had witnessed this power before.

From Old Meng, she had experienced even stronger Martial Will.

But seeing it is one thing, it doesn't mean she can resist and see through it. After all, she is currently only at the Eighth Rank realm. Martial Artists before the Sixth Rank cannot truly resist such Martial Dao Will.

At this moment.

Chen Yao only felt her own insignificance, only seeing everything before her being submerged by that sea of blood. Both she and Chen Mu beside her seemed like insignificant ants, about to be completely devoured.

Oh no, Second Brother is too close to him.

This thought flashed through Chen Yao's mind, and her heart turned cold. The range of effect of Martial Will is very small, limited by blood energy, but Chen Mu was too close and was definitely within the range of influence.

Sorcerers in close proximity to Martial Artists are deadly.

However.

In the very next instant.

The sea of blood, which had already turned into a monstrous wave and was about to surge down, suddenly froze in mid-air, and then all the illusions were torn to pieces as if they were made of paper.

Chen Yao only felt her eyes blur, and then she saw the narrow alley and the figure of the man in plain clothes again.

The sleeve-dagger in the man in plain clothes' hand had disappeared at some point. Not only did he fail to get closer, but he also retreated several steps, and several extremely deep footprints appeared on the ground!

Before Chen Yao could be stunned.

Chen Mu, who had been standing beside her seemingly without much movement, lightly raised his hand. In his hand was the broken sword with only an inch of blade left, and he swung it downwards towards the man in plain clothes ten steps away.

Immediately after, Chen Yao saw a brilliant white sword light suddenly appear from the void, falling from the sky like a rolling river pouring down, instantly making the world seem to lose its color.

Sword Draws, Ghosts and Gods Tremble!

"Defend!"

The man in plain clothes let out a furious roar, his voice like thunder, exploding in the streets and alleys. He pushed his palms upwards abruptly, unleashing the full power of his True Essence as a Fifth Rank Martial Artist, transforming it into a visible barrier to block the sword light.

But it was useless.

The True Essence barrier was like fragile glass, shattering upon contact with the sword light. Immediately after, his entire body was directly engulfed by the sword light. With wide eyes, his body was annihilated inch by inch from top to bottom within the sword light.

The copper skin and iron bones of a Fifth Rank Martial Artist were like paper, even his blood was ground clean in the white sword light.

Finally.

The man in plain clothes completely vanished, leaving behind only a dark pit about a zhang in diameter. Looking into it, one couldn't tell its depth!