Humanity's greatest enemies were food and greed.
Even yielding for the sake of survival could not smooth away the greed in their hearts. Li Mu Yang knew that if he did not fight back with everything he had, the only road awaiting them was a dead end.
Li Mu Yang's injured hand was still gripping the short sword Zhong Yu had stabbed at him. Zhong Yu was busy trying to kill and seize the treasure; if he arrived late, the artifact would fall into the hands of his other brothers. He had tried several times to pull the short sword from Li Mu Yang's palm, but had failed every time.
The short sword seemed to have been embedded in Li Mu Yang's palm.
It was only when Qian Du's battle with the Six Changbai Sons began—when the six scoundrels swarmed around and attacked a young girl whose body was in a state of extreme exhaustion—that Li Mu Yang truly began to fight back.
Zhong Yu also began his attack.
Unable to pull out the short sword in his left hand, he drew the long sword slanted across his waist with his right hand as fast as lightning.
The long sword swept up a white rainbow, as though it had stirred the waves filling the sky.
The white radiance hacked down toward the top of Li Mu Yang's head, looking as if it would split him in two.
If this sword struck home, Li Mu Yang would naturally meet a gruesome end with his head and body separated.
Li Mu Yang suddenly exerted force with the hand gripping the short sword, and the short sword actually snapped in two with a crisp crack.
One had to know that the Seven Changbai Sons came from the Changbai Sword Sect. The Changbai Sword