The sword was shaped like a blade of grass, slender and light, yet it carried a sharpness that seemed capable of annihilating all things!
It was the very sword Qin Mu had forged by refining the Treasure Distribution Cliff with his own Quintessential Blood.
Within the Grass Sword was infused a strand of his origin aura.
After being nurtured for so many years, the Grass Sword had reached the level of an Innate Spiritual Treasure!
"Boom!"
As soon as the Grass Sword appeared, the aura around Qin Mu turned sharp and fierce.
"Kill!"
Just then, Ying Zhao roared. Striped like a tiger and with wings like a bird, he was the first to swing his great halberd and charge at Qin Mu.
"Boom, boom..."
At the same time, Ji Meng and Fei Lian didn't hesitate either. Each unleashed his own technique, attacking Qin Mu from the left and right.
Seeing this, Qin Mu's expression remained unchanged. He casually waved his free hand, and a gentle breeze swept out, sending Xi He and Chang Xi straight away.
Then, with the Grass Sword in his hand, he followed through with a sweeping slash!
"Whoosh!"
Empowered by terrifying magical power, the sword's force swept across like a streak of Silver Silk.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
In less than an instant, the terrifying sword force collided with the attacks of Ying Zhao and the others.
Seeing Qin Mu locked in battle with the Demon Race's three great Yao Gods,
Xi He and Chang Xi, now safely on the ground, were both filled with worry and concern.
"Elder sister."
"He... he'll be all right, won't he?"
Chang Xi clutched Xi He's arm tightly, her eyes full of unease.
Although Qin Mu was the Interception Sect's senior disciple and his strength was formidable, the Demon Race's three