No one had expected that the person who fell out of the blue pool this time would be Mu Dingyi.
And in such a "humiliating" manner, no less.
Mu Dingyi, Old Sword God of Xifeng, Old Immortal Zhishui.
Had he ever appeared without floating high in the air? Had he ever stood before others without his white robes billowing, spotless and immaculate?
"What violent thing happened just now?"
Everyone could not help but raise the same question in their hearts.
Moreover, now that Old Immortal Mu Dingyi had emerged from the blue pool, where was Li Mu Yang?
The blue pool was shaking more and more violently. Its opening was growing smaller, its color fading, and it looked as if this space, hacked open by force, was about to vanish completely.
Whoosh!
The water rippled, and Li Mu Yang, dressed all in white, burst out of the icy pool.
As his body was about to stagger to the ground, the Wolf King charged forward and carried him on its back.
Li Mu Yang's body sagged limply against the wolf's back as he looked toward Mu Dingyi, who was lying on the ground.
There was no denying that the blow just now had been far too perilous.
When Li Mu Yang, riding the Wolf King and bringing Xueqiu with him, charged toward the center of the Sword Formation, the three forces struck together. The Sword Formation was on the verge of collapsing, and the boundless Sword Qi within it fused before colliding and exploding.
The instant Mu Dingyi saw the danger, he immediately carved out an independent space with his sword, then burrowed into the water mirror.
Once he survived this calamity, he could kill Li Mu Yang after emerging.
But he had not expected that the moment his body entered