"No!"
Mo Xiaoning screamed and tried to rush forward, but it was already too late.
At that moment, Lu Ren sat cross-legged on the bed. Facing the surging Mo River Sword Light, a chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He thrust out his iron-like palm and struck with a thunderous blow!
A deafening boom rang out!
Lu Ren's palm came down on the Mo River Sword Light like Mount Tai crushing an egg, smashing the sword light into countless fragments in an instant.
Mo Xiaoning's eyes flew wide open in shock, her face filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
Mo Hanzong's expression stiffened as though he had been struck by lightning. That sword strike of his had been enough to severely wound some early-stage Divine Kings, yet it had been effortlessly shattered by a battered young man.
At that moment, Lu Ren floated to his feet like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world. Though grievously wounded and weak in aura, the presence he exuded remained as vast as the stars, no weaker than that of an early-stage Divine King.
"You... what realm have you actually reached?"
Terror showed in Mo Hanzong's eyes. The man before him clearly seemed incomparably frail, yet he was now displaying such terrifying momentum.
"Where is my Great Desolation Sumeru Sword?"
Lu Ren pressed.
The Great Desolation Sumeru Sword had been refined by him. Unless he perished and the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword became ownerless, it could possibly be refined again.
As for an unrefined Great Desolation Sumeru Sword, Mo Hanzong could not store it in a Storage Ring, nor even within an internal secret realm.
"Heh heh!"
Mo Hanzong's rage shot to the heavens, and in his extreme fury, he laughed instead. His voice was icy and bone-piercing, as though it