The transparent tip of Moonlit Beauty pierced through both Mo Yunfeng's and Ji Lingfeng's heads. A faint hum of the sword rippled from its blade, like a mournful wail bidding farewell to its departed master. At that moment, Mu Yuyi could clearly sense the exhilaration emanating from the sword—the sheer satisfaction of avenging old wrongs.
However, this ambush had only managed to assassinate Mo Yunfeng and Ji Lingfeng. When the sword tip turned slightly and descended toward Yang Ye, he had already reacted. His face filled with horror, he immediately took control of the body and flashed several hundred meters away, evading the puppet's pursuit.
"What a pity!" Mu Yuyi narrowed his Tenseigan slightly and controlled the puppet back to his side, not continuing the pursuit.
He knew that he only had one chance at this kind of assassination ambush. Whether it succeeded or failed, these three old foxes would never give him another opportunity.
"Moonlit Beauty!!! Moonlit Beauty is in your hands? Who exactly are you?" Yang Ye stared in utter shock at the long sword now in Mu Yuyi's hand. Small and transparent, it radiated a dark, eerie glow. Wasn't this the very Moonlit Beauty that had once been in His Highness's possession?
It was this sword that had heavily wounded all five of them. It was also this sword that had destroyed the five immortal artifacts they each possessed. Although the sword itself had suffered nearly irreversible damage in that battle, its fearsome reputation was enough to make the five of them tremble from the depths of their hearts upon seeing it again, even after countless years had passed.
Yang Ye's body trembled slightly. It was a shiver beyond his control, a nightmare branded deep into his heart that could never be erased.
Moonlit Beauty!
In his