Without another word, Mu Ke raised his saber and slashed at the Undying God. The Undying God's lips curled into a smile as his withered-yellow hair gathered around his arm, then spread outward, forming a long, withered-yellow saber that slashed toward Mu Ke.
Everyone held their breath, witnessing the pinnacle of saber technique in the current universe.
The pure saber duel left everyone dumbfounded. Every saber stroke and every swing looked unremarkable, yet brimmed with unimaginable power. Each stroke flowed like water, and even when one was countered, the next could make up for it. A seemingly casual stroke could still shake the stars and make space-time tremble.
Saber light filled everyone's vision. There was nothing else in their eyes.
Lu Yin watched the duel intently. Senior Brother Mu Ke's saber technique was far too casual, but the more casual it was, the better it could neutralize the Undying God's lethal attacks.
Every stroke from the Undying God looked ordinary, yet he had already transcended the need to control his saber. He didn't need a saber; he could let it go at any moment, and pick it up again just as easily.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
With each successive clash, the Undying God fought with increasing excitement, while Mu Ke's expression grew more and more solemn. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty-seven, thirty-two. They were clearly engaged in a saber-on-saber duel, yet the Undying God had already struck Mu Ke's saber spine thirty-two times. He was deliberately targeting it. At first, Mu Ke hadn't noticed anything, but as the blows mounted, he found his control over his strokes growing increasingly unstable. His saber had become heavier—or perhaps lighter. He couldn't tell.
Across from him, the Undying God swept his withered-yellow saber horizontally. Mu Ke raised his saber to block it. With a clang, the