The saber and sword pressed tightly together. They paused for a moment, neither able to advance, as if molten into one by a blazing fire.
"Attack!" Old Man Mu shouted. The Dragon King and Wild Horse were locked in a contest of Internal Force. This was the best chance—and the only chance—to kill their enemy. Of course, he wasn't the one who would attack. He lacked the skill and the nerve.
He Nu gripped her sword, staring intently at the two motionless men. She paid no heed to Old Man Mu's warning.
Han Fen couldn't sense the danger. She stepped forward, ready to strike, but Master of the Masses glared her back into place.
"He Nu, you..." Old Man Mu called in surprise, sensing that something was wrong.
The blades began moving again. More precisely, Wild Horse's sword slid along the Dragon King's saber, slowly at first, then with unstoppable force. The blades grated against each other with a piercing shriek.
Gu Shenwei gave a muffled cry, released his saber, and leaped backward. After landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood. A sword had struck his chest, but only a little blood seeped from the wound.
For the first time since it had been forged, the Five Peaks Saber fell from its master's hand.
Old Man Mu stared in astonishment. Wild Horse's sword hadn't struck a fatal blow. The Dragon King had clearly suffered internal injuries from spitting blood, but he possessed both the Wu Dao Divine Skill and Sumeru Mustard Seed. His Internal Force should have surpassed Wild Horse's. How could he have been defeated so completely? Could the Death Sutra benefit not only swordplay, but Internal Force as well?
The many questions flashed through Old Man Mu's mind and vanished. Of those present, he was the first