Mu Hanyan’s sword force had not yet subsided—how could she possibly withstand Qu Shanhai’s furious strike? As Mu Hanyan swiftly withdrew her sword in defense, a clear "clang" rang out, and she, together with her sword, was sent flying.
The gap was simply the gap, regardless of her true combat power having surpassed a Ninth Rank Swordsman, making it feasible to battle a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman—but Qu Shanhai was no ordinary Great Sword Master. He was only a step away from becoming a Sword Master, one of the most formidable presences at the level of swordsn.
Mu Hanyan stumbled and retreated more than a dozen steps before she could barely stabilize her stance, her palm already seeping a trace of fresh blood.
So this old man’s strength was this terrifying—without a second thought, Mu Hanyan turned around and attempted to flee.
But Qu Shanhai, having seen her inflict serious wounds on two Great Swordsn right before his eyes, held no contempt for her anymore; he did not afford her the chance to escape. With sword force yet to ebb, he took to the air again, unleashing several more strikes at Mu Hanyan.
His sword force was like a tide, with the wind and thunder in turmoil, akin to a tsunami storm, as oppressive as a multitude of peaks bearing down. Heeding the lessons from Zong Dingfang and He Songhua, Qu Shanhai spared no effort, determined to leave no opportunity for her.
Faced with the onslaught resembling a tempest, Mu Hanyan had no chance to counterattack or resort to any clever moves, only to wield her longsword and resist his attacks with all her might.
She was enveloped in a dance of chilly frost and swirling snow before her, not rely illusory shadows—they were each filled with biting qi, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.
Even though she was not a true Great Swordsman, the Sword Transformation Technique Mu Hanyan executed with the Cold Sky Sword was not much weaker, but it clearly fell short of warding off Qu Shanhai’s offensive.
Soon enough, more wounds appeared on Mu Hanyan’s shoulder and legs, the pristine frost and snow tinged with blooming crimson so vibrant and tragically beautiful.
"Hand over the Dragon Blood Stone and you shall have a path to life," Qu Shanhai said, seeing that Mu Hanyan was under his complete control and unable to fight back; he sowhat cald down, not wishing to kill her just yet.
"In your dreams! The Dragon Blood Stone, such a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, must not fall into the hands of despicable and shaless people like you," Mu Hanyan declared resolutely. The Star Illusion Thousand Machine remained silent, inwardly criticizing her. At such a mont, if you won’t give in, just don’t—why stubbornly refuse with such righteous rhetoric, pretending to be the noble one? Big Playboy Mu was never a paladin. But unexpectedly, even when pushed to this extent, the Star Illusion Thousand Machine had no intention of making a move.
Mu Hanyan was well aware that as long as Qu Shanhai didn’t obtain the Dragon Blood Stone, he would never deliver a killing blow. But once he knew that the stone’s power had long been absorbed by her and reduced to powder, he would likely be out for her blood.
She could only persist, delaying—waiting for that mont when he might reveal a flaw. Perhaps that mont would never co, but she had to try because otherwise, only death awaited her.
"Fine, fine, let’s see how long your defiance lasts!" Qu Shanhai said with an angry laugh, his sword force still raging like a violent storm.
"Shh, shh, shh..." More cuts appeared on Mu Hanyan’s body, her blood soaking her clothes, turning her into a bloodied figure.
Mu Hanyan’s steps grew increasingly unsteady, her figure more and more unstable. Yet she remained silent, with a steadfast look in her eyes—a sight that made Qu Shanhai even more irritable and afraid.
Yes, afraid. Faced with the unyielding Mu Hanyan, a fear began to take hold of him—even though he knew not why. After all, in the next instant, he could run his sword through Mu Hanyan.
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