A Polite Refusal

As the thirtieth strike arrived, Dai Mubai's speed was clearly falling behind. His eyes could still barely keep up, but his body was a step too slow!

Suddenly, a spray of crimson liquid fell.

Dai Mubai narrowly dodged, but the waist of his clothes had already been torn open, and blood seeped from a shallow wound.

He was injured!

Everyone nearly cried out in alarm.

Dai Mubai himself had broken out in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth tightly, forcing himself to focus even harder on tracking the trajectory of the swift blade.

The thirty-first through thirty-fifth strikes came slashing in within moments.

Dai Mubai's clothes had already been reduced to rags, exposing his muscular body and several cuts.

At this point, forget counterattacking—simply holding on without surrendering was already extremely difficult.

At last, the thirty-sixth strike arrived!

A sharp gleam burst from Li Ming's eyes. Just like the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, this thirty-sixth strike was the true secret of the blade technique.

Slash!

The force-generating techniques from before stacked together and erupted at that moment, driving his blade speed to the absolute limit.

Pfft!

A large amount of blood sprayed out with a faint sound.

No one saw anything clearly. They had not even caught Li Ming's sword-swinging motion before Dai Mubai was sent flying by the slash.

"What a fast blade!"

Flender cried out in shock. Even he had nearly failed to see that strike clearly!

One had to know that he was a Level 78 Agility System Spirit Saint, and his Martial Soul was the Four-Eyed Owl. His eyesight was his greatest strength, yet even he had nearly failed to see it. That showed just how fast the blade had been!

Liu Erlong was equally moved. Her lovely face paled, and her eyes trembled slightly.