Trying to Break Through the Limit!

One sword strike.

Just one sword strike.

Three interstellar pirate ships armed to the teeth were reduced to ashes.

The dead silence of space returned, broken only by the three still-burning fireballs that reminded them that what had just happened was no illusion.

Luo Wen's figure looked somewhat blurred in the glow of the flames. The azure Light Sword in his hand had already dissipated. He did not even spare the wreckage a glance, merely turning around and strolling leisurely through the void toward the airlock.

The control room was deathly silent.

Lu Chi remained leaning forward, his mouth hanging wide open, his bloodshot eyes bulging. He did not even notice the drool running down his chin. His heart felt like it was about to explode, while ten thousand wild bulls stampeded through his mind, trampling every scrap of common sense, pride, and understanding of martial arts that he had built over more than a decade in Cangwu Valley into mud!

Ning Xiaohe was not doing much better. Even the wooden case on her back trembled slightly. She stared fixedly toward the hatch Luo Wen had vanished through, gripping the armrests with both hands so hard that blood seeped from beneath her nails, yet she seemed unable to feel the pain.

"Th-this... what was that..." Lu Chi muttered, his voice seeming to squeeze painfully from his throat. "An immortal... Is Mr. Luo an immortal...?"

With a hiss, the side hatch slid open.

Luo Wen walked in. His cotton robe had not gained even a single crease, and he still wore that calm, gentle expression. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, who could believe that this man, who looked like a private-school teacher, had just split three cosmic warships apart with a single sword strike in space?