Not only Xu Tingyun and the other Innate Masters could not see through it—even Mr. Yue, a grandmaster martial artist, found it baffling. No, at the very least, it should not have been like this.
With his cultivation and discernment, he could naturally see that Mu Yi's Coiling Dragon Sword Aura possessed immense might and brimmed with spirit, utterly different from the many martial techniques he had used before. Combined with the power of the dragon vein, it was not unusual for it to surpass Yu Daoist's strength.
But the crux was that he did not believe that sword strike possessed the power to crush its opponent—unless there was some secret within it that even he, a grandmaster-level expert, had yet to comprehend.
Pfft, pfft! The headless corpse of Yu Daoist suddenly erupted with streak after streak of blazing sword aura, which directly carved the body to pieces. Clumps of flesh scattered across the plaza.
Mu Yi, meanwhile, gave a light leap and flew to where Yu Daoist had stood, grasping that broadsword in his hand.
His expression was rather strange. There was the relief of a burden lifted, as well as the joy of slaying a powerful foe, but more than anything, there was bewilderment and helpless confusion even he himself could not make sense of.
Meng Zhao's eyes gleamed brightly. Deep within his pupils were reflected every minute movement Mu Yi and Yu Daoist had made earlier. Only after a long while did he close his eyes and sigh.
"So that's how it was. Yuwen Guang did not lose unjustly. The Yuwen Family's calculations have ultimately come to nothing as well!"
His voice was not particularly loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, drawing all eyes toward him.
Everyone knew that the person with the highest martial attainment