Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!
In an instant, powerful sword energy burst from Xia Ping and swept out like a storm. Every strike was razor-sharp, as if it could split the sky in two.
The sword energy was even infused with spiritual power, almost solidifying into something tangible.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The sword energy clashed in midair, erupting in brilliant sparks and thunderous booms. The air shook as streams of true energy were knocked away, falling like meteors and smashing into the ground, leaving deep craters.
"What?!"
Mu Haoran could hardly believe it. He had used the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, swift as lightning and devastatingly powerful. Ordinary experts at the Ninth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm couldn't withstand it.
Yet this brat had casually broken through his Thunderbolt Sword Technique, revealing terrifying combat strength—power almost equal to his own.
But at that instant, Mu Haoran felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
Xia Ping stood on one leg, a faint White Crane phantom appearing behind him. He thrust out a finger, and it was as if an unmatched sword master had slashed at Mu Haoran with a single sword strike. The earth trembled.
Boom!
A terrifying blast of sword energy shot forth, more than ten times stronger than the others. In the blink of an eye, it reached Mu Haoran. It effortlessly swept aside the sword energy in its path and struck him.
He instinctively activated his body-protection art, but it was useless. The powerful sword energy nearly pierced through his defense and invaded his internal organs.
The force sent him flying. His feet scraped along the ground for dozens of meters before he finally stopped, leaving several deep fissures in the earth as loose stones tumbled away.
"Pfft!" Mu Haoran staggered backward and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful