The Kunwu Sword trembled slightly, exposing half its blade.
Then an incomparably terrifying Sword Dao Rhythm spread, and a brilliant sword light shot from the blade.
The sword light locked onto Murong Feiyu, making it difficult for him to dodge.
"This is bad!"
Murong Feiyu made his judgment in an instant. He drew his longsword, Daoist Rhyme spreading around him, and slashed, sending rolling waves of heat surging out!
But the sword light tore through the waves of fire, struck him, ripped apart his Spiritual Power barrier, and blasted him dozens of yards away.
"How is this possible?!" Murong Feiyu spat blood as he lay pale-faced on the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
Lan Yu glanced at him, then shook her head. "That was only one-third of a strand of the young master's Sword Qi, yet you couldn't even withstand that. What makes you think you can challenge him? Leave."
With that, Lan Yu turned and left, holding Kunwu, which had already returned to its sheath.
"So this is the Murong Family's Sword Venerable? Nothing special."
"How miserable. He came to challenge the man but couldn't even withstand half a strand of his Sword Qi. Chu Kuangren really is terrifying."
"Could it be that Murong Feiyu is just too weak?"
"That's possible too."
As he listened to the whispers around him, Murong Feiyu's expression grew uglier. On top of that, he had been effortlessly defeated without even seeing Chu Kuangren's face. The more he thought about it, the less he could accept it, and the greater his shame and anger grew.
"Stop right there! Leave the sword!"
Murong Feiyu shouted and actually soared into the air. Sword Dao Rhythm spread around him, forming a surging wave of fire that charged toward Lan Yu.
At that moment, Lan Yu had