The Duel Wasn't Over Yet?
After steadying himself, Mu Qianshan raised his head, his eyes grave. One probing exchange had been enough to convince him that this man was even stronger than he'd imagined. No wonder he'd once defeated their leader.
Yu Bo Yi seemed to read his thoughts. He smiled faintly. "How about it? Can you still hold your own?"
Mu Qianshan snorted. The Mu Shan Sword in his hand erupted with astonishing force, infused with the Chaos Qi within him, and he slashed fiercely forward.
"Fallen Sky Strike!"
Yu Bo Yi narrowed his eyes as he watched the heavy sword sweep toward him, wrapped in powerful Sword Qi. Mu Qianshan's attack was crisp and decisive, without the slightest wasted motion. It gave the impression that man and sword had become one.
After years of immersing himself in both martial arts and the Mu Shan Sword, Mu Qianshan had surely grasped the sword's intent. He could call it forth as he moved, lending every strike even greater force.
Yu Bo Yi drew a deep breath and raised the Mysterious Heavy Ruler, bracing it before him like a massive mountain. The surging Sword Qi struck the black ruler head-on, dragging out a string of piercing shrieks.
Relying on the Mysterious Heavy Ruler's sheer weight and his slight advantage in cultivation, Yu Bo Yi blocked the attack, then began gathering strength for his counteroffensive.
Bi Fan watched their clash intently, yet couldn't shake the feeling that someone's gaze was fixed on him.
He glanced over instinctively. Sure enough, Su Xingchen was looking straight at him without the slightest attempt to hide it. There was even a faint smile in his eyes.
Bi Fan frowned, unable to make sense of that look. Was it a provocation? But Su Xingchen's smiling face didn't