The scene was utterly silent. Only the three Ju Que Sabers formed an invisible connection in midair, multiplying their power several times over.
Even Cheng Wu felt that he might not be able to stop Ling Que's three blades merging into one. He was glad he had launched a sneak attack before the Sea King's son-in-law contest, preventing Ling Que from displaying his full strength. Otherwise, that battle would have been a struggle.
Ling Que had lost to Cheng Wu on the Tongtian River, and his reputation had suffered greatly, especially since he had retreated without even fighting. But this battle had completely changed everyone's opinion of him. He was truly terrifying. What he had said on the Tongtian River hadn't been empty boasting. If Cheng Wu hadn't ambushed him, it was hard to say how that battle would have ended. Even if Cheng Wu had won, he wouldn't have been able to continue fighting afterward.
Ling Que was thrilled. As long as he defeated Mu Rong here, he would be the strongest in the Extreme Realm. Would he even need to hire a fan club then? Of course not! A whole host of beauties would be clamoring to join it. The Spirit Dream Tribe, the Butterfly Dance Tribe, even the renowned True Good Tribe—so many bewitching, exceptionally talented women would admire him. Ye Xingchen, Lu Yin—they were all nothing. As the thought crossed his mind, Ling Que grew excited, and the three Ju Que Sabers gleamed even more sharply.
"It's over, Mu Rong!" Ling Que shouted. The three Ju Que Sabers were about to strike. Mu Rong had no chance of escape. Even if they tore through the void, the Ju Que Sabers would shatter it to pieces.
At some point, a lilting melody began to circle in everyone's