"Who said my student has no chance?"
A sword cry rang out beyond the heavens. Within a radius of ten thousand miles around True Radiance Hall, the scenery cracked like a mirror, splintering with sharp cracks.
The shattered world turned into bewitching red plum blossoms, fallen petals swirling in profusion.
With his hair knot combed in meticulous order, his sword robe immaculate and spotless, a trace of fluster beneath his steady expression, and a hint of breathlessness amid his leisurely words, Mei Suren appeared out of thin air!
Two layers of Saint Tribulation still hung above his head. Tribulation clouds ground against one another at the pinnacle of the nine heavens, their thunderous explosions deafening.
He held the Taicheng Sword in his right hand, reality and illusion intermingling across its blade as sword intent surged in all directions. In his left hand was a Xu Xiaoshou, his face written with despair and shock.
Yet even though he had rushed here in such haste, Mei Suren had still snatched his student into his grasp! As the void sword intent faded, it was as though an enormous curtain had been drawn away.
The Berserk Giant soaring through the air had supposedly been impaled from afar by the Sword of Holy Judgment, but it now transformed into fluttering plum blossoms and withered away, leaving only the Sword of Holy Judgment nailed in midair.
Had everything just now been an illusion?
Even Number Two had failed to react in time.
Only when he saw the plum blossoms dissipate did he understand something.
"Illusion Sword Technique?"
"It was the Illusion Sword Technique!"
At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou, tucked beneath Mei Suren's arm, was beside himself with joy.
He had long since shed his Berserk Giant form. He had thought the form vanished because the