"Sect Master Mo Xu, don't fall for it. She must be using some secret art to forcibly maintain her strength; her injuries haven't actually healed! Hold on a little longer, and the problem will surely reveal itself!"
Suddenly, Sect Master An Ming's heart stirred, and he transmitted his voice to Sect Master Mo Xu.
In his view, the Blood Fiend Palm could not possibly be cured. She had said that deliberately to pressure Sect Master Mo Xu and prevent him from displaying his full combat strength.
"Mm!"
Sect Master Mo Xu realized this as well. His expression turned grave, and the brush in the air moved stroke by stroke, like a great axe splitting heaven and earth as it cleaved down through the sky.
Whether she was truly injured or maintaining her strength with a secret art, she was not someone he could underestimate. He had to go all out to deal with her.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
Sect Master Ru Ye, wielding the Jiaowei Qin, had fluttering robes and looked like an immortal maiden flying through the air. Her fingers danced ceaselessly over the strings, and one melodious tune after another rang out, echoing through the entire hall.
To others, it was beautiful music. But to Sect Master Mo Xu, it was entirely different.
Each note was like a sharp sword gleam stabbing relentlessly at him. The slightest carelessness would leave him battered and bloodied.
Rip!
A note swept past, slicing a huge tear across Sect Master Mo Xu's clothes.
Sect Master Ru Ye's strength was slightly greater than Sect Master Mo Xu's. With both fighting at full force, he was already beginning to struggle.
"Who said this is a secret art? What secret art could last this long and still be controlled with such precision?"
Seeing the tear in his