What kind of Flying Sword could make a Great Sun Realm powerhouse fleeing for his life without even daring to look back? Lu Ye did not know.
And such a Flying Sword even possessed spirituality. Lu Ye asked himself: if such a Flying Sword were aimed at him, there would be only one thing he could do—wash his neck clean and wait.
What targeted him now, however, was not the Flying Sword's true body, but merely a strand of sword light that had split off from it! That did not necessarily mean it could not be blocked.
As the Crag Mountain Saber thrust out with the First Form of Overlord Saber, the Weapon Casket at Lu Ye's waist trembled, and a controlled artifact shot forth.
This was an extra layer of insurance. Before truly coming into contact with it, he did not know whether he could block this sword light.
Specks of starlight bloomed across the void, striking the incoming sword light with unerring precision. Lu Ye's expression tightened. His long saber wheeled like the moon, and in an instant, saber light flashed white as snow. Crescent-shaped Saber Lights flew out one after another, all rushing to meet it.
Yet neither the First Form of Overlord Saber from earlier nor the Second Form of Overlord Saber now could halt the sword light's advance. This sword light looked inconspicuous, yet its momentum was like a rainbow, crushing everything in its path.
The moment his Saber Lights touched it, they melted away completely like snowflakes beneath the blazing sun!
Was this something a Star Constellation Realm cultivator could possibly withstand?
That Feng Rumuo was practically getting people killed!
The moment Lu Ye realized something was wrong, he turned and fled. With his Spiritual Power pushed to its limits, his speed swiftly reached