Xu Batian brought his blade down, and Qi Mu raised his sword with both hands to block. But in the next instant, a terrifying force swept over him.
Qi Mu grunted and was knocked back. His body trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He was hurt!
In just three Blade Laws, Qi Mu had been wounded.
In other words, Qi Mu had lost!
If the fight continued, forget holding Xu Batian off—whether Qi Mu could even survive was another matter.
At the same time...
"Mo Hong, you brought this on yourself!"
Qin Hao grabbed the Warblade with his right hand and yanked. The weapon lurched toward him, dragging Mo Hong, who still held its hilt, along with it.
How is he so strong? Even my Eighth-Rank Peak Blade Domain can't hold him back. Damn it, I can't fight him up close...
Mo Hong instantly understood what Qin Hao intended. His expression shifted, and he let go of the Warblade without hesitation, retreating at full speed.
Fighting a Body Refinement practitioner up close was foolish. Their strength lay in defense and attack; relying on raw physical power, they could strike without end.
At close quarters, even a Grandmaster at the Ninth Layer of Saint Martial Realm might lose.
Mo Hong had therefore let go at once to keep Qin Hao from getting close.
But Qin Hao had no intention of letting him escape. Almost as soon as Mo Hong retreated, Qin Hao flashed forward, leaving a string of afterimages behind.
Mo Hong's vision blurred. Before he could make sense of what was happening, an enormous fist slammed into his chest.
Bang!
Crack!
As though struck by boundless force, Mo Hong had all the air driven from his chest, and the bones of his