"Han Yan, forget about and run!" After the cry of alarm, Mu Ziqing shouted out to Mu Hanyan again. Although he was surprised by Mu Hanyan’s strength as a Seventh-Order Swordsman, she couldn’t possibly contend with a Sword Master.
"See, this is my true power. By the ti you are sixteen, you might easily possess the sa strength as I do, so why take risks now? Hand over the Cultivation Technique and don’t make things difficult for yourself," Yan Yuchu said proudly.
Mu Hanyan had long known about Yan Yuchu’s true power, but her face still showed surprise, not feigned but genuine, or perhaps... delight.
Despite once being a Sword Saint, she quickly realized that Yan Yuchu’s sword energy was muddled and impure, far inferior to her forr self, and even worse than so common Sword Master level experts. Although he had reached that realm, he definitely couldn’t wield the strength expected of a Sword Master.
If she wasn’t wrong, he must have taken so elixir or found a shortcut to forcibly enhance his strength to such a level.
Moreover, sothing else surprised her: How did Yan Yuchu know that her strength might surge when she turned sixteen? Just how much did this man know?
With many doubts swirling in her mind and seeing that Yan Yuchu’s true power was not as formidable as she had earlier imagined, Mu Hanyan’s mind raced.
"Uncle, I’ll go first and co back to save you another day." Playboys, in truth, are quite practical. Just like Mu Hanyan now, spinning on her heel to flee, while shouting beautifully encouraging words, embodying all the virtues expected of a playboy.
"Thinking of escaping now? Don’t you think it’s a bit late?" Yan Yuchu sneered, leaping towards Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan’s eyes narrowed slightly. From Yan Yuchu’s attack, it was clear he completely underestimated her strength as a Seventh-Order Swordsman and didn’t take her seriously. This aerial strike was, in her eyes, full of openings.
Indeed, mixing the real and the fake was most deceptive; this was her opportunity!
The sound of wind grew closer behind her, and just as Yan Yuchu’s hand was about to land on Mu Hanyan’s back, she turned abruptly, her eyes gleaming, ready to thrust her sword.
However, she did not thrust her sword. Instead, her eyes widened in astonishnt.
A longsword, like a snake darting its tongue, silently erged and stabbed towards Yan Yuchu, followed imdiately by the figure of a man in black.
Within the sword, a chilling murderous intent!
In an instant, Mu Hanyan felt her whole body’s hairs stand on end.
With the sa silence and chilling murderous aura, the sword before her was identical to the one the assassin used when he had tried to murder her last ti—only this individual was even more skilled. The last assassin was a Great Swordsman, but this one was clearly a Sword Master.
Of course, his target, also being a Sword Master, was much stronger than Mu Hanyan had been back then. Last ti, the assassin, with the strength of a Great Swordsman, had attempted to kill a First Rank Swordsman, which felt a bit like using a butcher’s cleaver to kill a chicken. Mu Hanyan couldn’t help but mock herself.
Although both were in the Sword Master Realm, Yan Yuchu was clearly outclassed by him.
In the assassin’s hands, the sword’s angle, strength, and speed were precise to the extre, with not a single superfluous motion. His movents were efficient and direct, truly exemplifying a Sword Master’s strength. In contrast, Yan Yuchu, whether retreating swiftly in surprise or blocking with his sword, appeared rushed and clumsy. His already impure sword energy seed even more showy and insubstantial.
Such a difference could easily be a matter of life and death!
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