The Goddess of War's Defeat

A frigid flash of sword light, icy killing intent.

Mu Fan had merely opened the door normally. He had not expected to be attacked the instant he stepped inside.

That sword light slashed mercilessly toward the top of his head, and in that instant, the threat of death enveloped his entire body.

Mu Fan's mind raced at high speed. Psychic energy instantly shrouded his body, and his forward motion came to an abrupt halt.

His entire body went from motion to stillness, as though shattered pixels had instantly reassembled. As the bones in his upper body shifted, his whole body forcibly moved ten centimeters backward, and the sword light cleaved down before his eyes.

But passively enduring an attack had never been Mu Fan's style. The fingers of his lowered right hand came together, and the instant psychic energy covered his palm, those two fingers became as tough as refined steel and snapped out like lightning.

Clang!

The back of his fingers struck the blade's spine heavily, instantly knocking the sword that had been hanging in midair aside.

Mu Fan then looked ahead coldly and saw Lu Qingxue dressed in a snow-white Swordsman Uniform, her longsword resting against the ground. Her cold, snow-like eyes shimmered with unusual light.

"Senior, what is the meaning of this?" Mu Fan asked coldly as his psychic energy faded.

That attack had clearly carried killing intent. If he had not dodged quickly enough, that sword light would have definitely struck his head.

Yet after hearing Mu Fan's words, Lu Qingxue did not answer. Instead, she raised her sword before her and casually slashed toward her side.

Just as the blade was about to strike a wooden post, its tip strangely flicked backward as though defying the laws of physics. A reverse ripple traveled from the