Clang, clang, clang!
Metal fragments shot down like rain. Mu Yunfei unleashed every sword move he knew, weaving an airtight defense as sparks flew amid fierce explosions.
His body trembled. What his sword parried felt not like fragments, but bolts of lightning tearing through the air, jolting his qi into turmoil and numbing his palm.
Just as his defense was about to give way, a fragment whistled shrilly toward him, swelling in his pupils as it shot straight for his face.
Before Mu Yunfei could react, a long-fingered hand suddenly descended before his eyes and caught the fragment in its palm. Then a sleeve unfurled in midair like a rolling cloud, gathering every remaining fragment within it.
It was Feng Changping. Carrying Zen Master Yunjian in one hand, he had flashed before Mu Yunfei in an instant. Purple qi suffused his face; with a shake and flick of his sleeve, countless iron filings and scraps pattered to the ground.
With the danger past, Mu Yunfei felt his strength ebb and staggered. A warm palm pressed against his shoulder, passing a stream of rich, mellow internal energy into him.
"Master." Mu Yunfei looked at Feng Changping, shame written across his face. "I've disappointed you."
Feng Changping shook his head and pushed Zen Master Yunjian toward him. "Take good care of Master Yunjian!"
Zen Master Yunjian had survived Pei Lingshuang's devastating strike, but his injuries were severe. Mu Yunfei hurriedly took out the Mount Hua Sect's secret healing medicine, a Jade Dew Pill, and fed it to him. Only then did he look toward Pei Lingshuang's back, his eyes filled with disbelief and an indescribable sense of defeat.
They were both experts of the younger generation, and he was even eight or nine years older than Pei Lingshuang. The gulf between them