Murong Longqie was indeed a notch stronger than Su Xin, but he had overthought things. At first, he had sought to suppress Su Xin; now, he was the one being pressed into retreat.
He wanted to support Murong Zongzheng and the others, but Su Xin entangled him with the formidable movement technique of the Thirty-Six Paths of Heaven-Turning Wonders. For Murong Longqie to provide aid now was simply a fantasy.
Murong Longqie's head still throbbed with waves of pain, the aftereffects of having been injured by Su Xin's Sword Twenty-Three.
But Murong Longqie could no longer spare attention for that. If he did not resolve Su Xin quickly, the Murong clan would likely be slaughtered to the last man!
Thus, when he realized he could not match Su Xin in movement techniques, Murong Longqie formed seals with both hands. The Heavenly Dragon sword in his grasp exploded into fragments, and a powerful force suddenly erupted from within. A dragon shadow flashed forth—not a wondrous Heavenly Dragon, but a crippled dragon steeped in tragic desolation!
Su Xin frowned. Murong Longqie truly differed from the other martial artists of the Northwest Circuit. He had ventured through the Central Plains and other lands; when he acted, he possessed none of the hesitation peculiar to Northwest martial artists, only utter decisiveness.
For instance, this move of his involved shattering his own natal heavenly weapon and using his Yang Spirit to control its weapon spirit, unleashing an overwhelmingly powerful strike.
Su Xin did not dare take this blow head-on. Even with his current strength, meeting it directly would end only in grievous injury.
So Su Xin retreated, his figure rapidly falling back!
Like a soaring dragon, Su Xin vanished from his original position in the blink of an eye and appeared elsewhere.
But how could