Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (94)

"Clang—!"

The Green Edge Sword collided with the heavy sword, producing a crisp metallic ring.

Something strange happened.

The terrifying force on the heavy sword, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone, vanished without a trace the instant it touched the gray membrane of light, like a clay ox sinking into the sea. No, it had not vanished—it had been "absorbed" and "assimilated" by that gray membrane.

Qin Mu's expression finally changed.

He could feel the spiritual power he had poured into the heavy sword being rapidly dissolved by a bizarre force. It felt like punching cotton, like water seeping into a desert. He had strength to spare, yet nowhere to exert it.

"What... is this?" Qin Mu took a step back for the first time, his eyes filled with gravity.

Su Han did not answer—or rather, he could not.

That strike had already drained his last reserves. The Deep Chaos Power clinging to the Green Edge Sword was his final measure, forcibly condensed by using the Chaos Vortex in his chest as a catalyst. But the Chaos Vortex was far too unstable. After absorbing Qin Mu's spiritual power, it immediately began to tremble violently, on the verge of collapse.

"Puh—!"

Su Han spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped to one knee. Only by supporting himself with his sword did he keep from falling.

"You've reached your limit." Qin Mu saw Su Han's weakness and shook his head. "Admit defeat. If this continues, you'll die."

Su Han raised his head and gave a miserable smile. "The words 'admit defeat' aren't in my dictionary."

He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and poured the last trace of spiritual power in his body into the Green Edge Sword.

A murky gray glow