Moreover, with the Hidden Dragon Vein empowering Mu Yi, his realm had already surpassed the Innate Realm and reached an entirely new level. Coupled with the Imperial Divine Skill, if Yu Daoist did not bring out the skills he kept at the bottom of his chest, he truly feared he would perish here.
At that thought, Yu Daoist no longer considered what would become of him after his trump cards were exhausted.
If he could not even overcome this trial before him, what future was there to speak of?
And even if he died, if he could take Mu Yi down with him, his life would not have been in vain, nor would he have failed his ancestors' schemes.
He extended his left arm and dragged it fiercely along the broad sword's sharp edge. It not only sliced open his Daoist robe, but also cut through Yu Daoist's body, tempered as hard as refined steel, drawing streams of crimson blood.
When the blood fell onto the broad sword, it did not continue down the blade and drip to the ground. Instead, as though possessed of awareness, it swiftly spread across the entire sword. The broad sword, once cold and weighty, was dyed a vivid scarlet, brimming with an eerie, murderous aura.
More than that, those with eyes as keen as Meng Zhao and Mr. Yue could see that the blood did not spread randomly across the blade. Rather, it flowed along the patterns engraved upon the broad sword, as though the blood were circulating through some peculiar set of meridians.
Was it some hidden formation, a talisman, or secret script?
As Yu Daoist made this move, the distant Hidden Dragon Vein seemed to receive some kind of stimulus. Like a sleeping beast jolted awake, it let out a violent roar.