"So what you're saying is, the only difference between these so-called Peerless Famous Swords and the swords in the Burial Sword Tomb is that the souls within their sword bodies retained their humanity?"
"That's my current guess. That should be the only difference."
"And the reason they're stronger is most likely because they retained their humanity."
"Then why do some retain their humanity while others don't?"
"What's the point of that?"
"Who the hell are you asking? If I knew, I would've told you already."
While Hou Mubai and the Myriad Demon Sword bickered, Mu Yunyao had already charged toward the Peerless Famous Sword.
Unlike Hou Mubai, who'd been careless, Mu Yunyao's approach was much simpler and more brutal.
"Whoa!"
"Oh, damn!"
"Good grief!"
Mu Yunyao didn't use the Heaven Devouring Sword. Instead, she once again attacked with her signature fist technique.
The moment her swift, violent fists pounded toward the sword like a sudden downpour, Hou Mubai and the others were left gaping.
"Wait... what's this girl doing?"
"Why isn't she using a sword?"
"And why does it feel like her fists hit harder than a sword?"
"Is it just me?"
The Myriad Demon Sword was also staring in stunned disbelief. After all, in the Burial Sword Land, sword users were everywhere, but this was the only person who fought with her fists—and did so with such savage force.
"Did it... kneel?"
"Looks like it... It did!"
"That was brutal. I've never seen a sword get beaten into kneeling before."
"Well, now you have."
"But... that doesn't make sense. How did that happen?"
Neither Qi Wushang nor Hou Mubai understood how she'd beaten it to its knees.
Mu Yunyao was certainly powerful, but she belonged to a different sect. By rights, this shouldn't have happened.
"You don't know shit."