After that single word—"Good"—fell from Chen Mu's lips, Tu Yue's expression changed.
He only felt an intense sense of danger surging from this young man before him, who was at least four or five years younger than he was. It was a martial artist's instinct, the instinct for peril he had honed countless times by walking the line between life and death.
Danger!
This young man was terrifying!
Though he had no idea where this danger came from, at this moment Tu Yue was no longer composed in the slightest. He abruptly straightened, and his surging true essence erupted.
This scene.
It left Lin Yue, watching from not far away, somewhat stunned.
For a moment, she could not understand why Tu Yue had transformed completely after Chen Mu said a single sentence, revealing an expression as if he were facing a formidable enemy—even looking ready to erupt and attack!
The others also noticed something strange happening here. They all revealed expressions of surprise, then saw Chen Mu raise the damaged Broken Sword in his hand before him.
His movement was extremely slow.
There was not the slightest sign of anything unusual.
Yet this slow motion of raising the sword made the sense of crisis in Tu Yue's heart grow stronger and stronger, until the hairs all over his body nearly stood on end. He stared fixedly at Chen Mu.
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
Tu Yue instinctively felt that he could not let this continue.
Kill!
Since something was wrong, he would kill him first and worry about the rest afterward!
Tu Yue suddenly let out a furious roar, his voice exploding across the sky like thunder. His Martial Dao Will, honed to its peak and imbued with an invincible intent, burst forth, as though even the sun and moon