Watching Mu Hanyan suddenly disappear, Zhao Yuanji was slightly stunned. In that mont of distraction, a longsword had already pierced his chest, exuding the awe-inspiring presence only a Sword Master possessed.
Imdiately after, Mu Hanyan reappeared, her body faintly shimring with golden light.
"Ah..." Zhao Yuanji let out a mournful and anguished scream, covering his wound as he staggered back nearly a hundred steps before heavily falling to the ground.
Such an outco surprised everyone once again. Gazing at Mu Hanyan’s slender figure, the Mu Family’s disciples were the first to cheer.
Following them, Yuan Tianbo also started howling with joy, joined by cheers and shouts from the Yuan and Wu Families’ crowd.
Xu Family Master and disciples from several other families also joined in the cheering, but their feelings were exceptionally complex.
Sword Master Realm — Mu Hanyan had actually reached the Sword Master Realm. Though she appeared only as a First Rank Sword Master, her final sword strike was mysteriously unpredictable, even Zhao Yuanji, a Fifth Rank Sword Master, could not withstand it. Turns out, this was her ultimate trump card—her real trump card, her greatest, was herself!
At this mont, they all felt extrely fortunate. Had they not wisely chosen to side with the Mu Family earlier, even if Zhao Yuanji’s strength was slightly greater, he would still have no chance of victory today, and they all would have inevitably faced death.
"No wonder it’s the Divine Language Holy Word Technique, grasping Divine Language, channeling Heaven and Earth Power, possessing such divine skills." Mu Yunshui knew his life was saved, dancing with excitent and shouting with a cry of joy in his voice.
It was unclear whether it was to vent the long-suppressed fear in his heart, to flatter Mu Hanyan, or perhaps both.
Hearing his words about the Divine Language Holy Word Technique, everyone suddenly realized why Mu Hanyan, with just the strength of a Sword Master Realm, could severely injure Zhao Yuanji with a single sword strike — it was with the borrowed divine power of the Divine Language Holy Word Technique.
Looking towards Mu Hanyan, everyone’s gaze filled with even deeper reverence.
Mu Hanyan gave a bitter smile, What Divine Language Holy Word Technique, what Heaven and Earth Power? This was clearly the Barrier Technique of Shadow Shifting! Were they really treating her like so god-man?
Though her strength was far inferior, Mu Hanyan had just montarily distracted Zhao Yuanji with the Shadow Shifting Barrier and heavily wounded him with a sword strike, but this barrier rely concealed her figure and wasn’t actual invisibility. Zhao Yuanji’s sword still posed a significant threat and it was only with the Cangxuan Cloud Silk that she barely managed to resist the force of his strike.
Though she wasn’t injured, Mu Hanyan was still shaken by the powerful Sword Light, feeling her vitality disrupted and half of her body numb.
"Big Brother, how are you?" Mu Hanfeng noticed sothing was off with Mu Hanyan and quickly supported her. His look was full of concern, relief, and even admiration. When had his sister acquired such powers and divine skills?
"It’s nothing, just my vitality is a bit disrupted, I’ll recover soon." Mu Hanyan looked at his cold gaze of many years, not quite accustod to the reverence in his eyes, and shook her head.
Mu Rui’an also looked relieved and nodded at Mu Hanyan before walking toward Zhao Yuanji, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Heh, I never expected the Mu Family’s number one playboy to be such a prodigious talent. My Zhao Family is bound to et its demise after all. Heaven decrees the fall of the Zhao Family, Heaven decrees the fall!" Zhao Yuanji roared in grief and anger, reversing his sword and plunging it into his Heart ridian with his last bit of strength.
His life force rapidly drained away, yet his eyes remained wide open, filled with resentnt and unwillingness.
Mu Rui’an had raised his longsword, ready to eliminate this threat for good, but, seeing this, he lowered his sword.
Zhao Yuanji had endured his entire life, plotted his entire life, and had cultivated to such a realm with just the ager strength of the Zhao Family in Heishi City. He should be considered a hero of his ti. Even if facing a mortal enemy, he deserved at least the basic respect, and mutilating his corpse was beneath one’s dignity.
A black figure suddenly streaked across the sky, speeding forth and steadied Zhao Yuanji.
This person was entirely draped in black gauze, yet her graceful figure indicated she was a young woman. A face scarf also covered her, revealing only a pair of cold, rciless eyes.
Mu Rui’an was slightly startled and imdiately slashed his sword at the person.
The figure flickered, dodging with Zhao Yuanji repeatedly, like a ghost or spirit, barely evading the sword light slashed by Mu Rui’an.
"Who are you?" Mu Rui’an stood with his sword, calling out coldly.
"You, you..." Zhao Yuanji used the last bit of his strength to open his eyes and stared intently at the person’s eyes.
The person did not respond, just gave him a disdainful glance, reached out to grab the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate, shattered into pieces, and without caring for his life or death, soared straight up to the heavens, fleeing into the distance.
Mu Rui’an, to this point, still did not know who she was and how he could possibly let her take away the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate. Even though it was already shattered into pieces, who knew what kind of hidden troubles this might leave?
With a roar, Mu Rui’an leapt into the air, slashing his sword again.
Mu Hanfeng and the just-recovered Mu Hanyan also acted at the sa ti, slashing out two sword lights simultaneously.
It was evident that even though the person had an elusive form, her strength wasn’t strong. Yet faced with the combined sword lights of the three, she did not block nor dodge, continuing to rush forward.
Even Zhao Yuanji, a Fifth Rank Sword Master, if he had to endure the combined strike of the three Mu family mbers with just his flesh and blood body, would undoubtedly die without a whole corpse.
Yet, "Shick shick shick!" Several light sounds, three sword lights simultaneously struck her back, bursting out several bursts of blood mist. The figure stumbled, yet, instead of dying on the spot, she utilized the montum to rush forward.
She moved so swiftly that even Mu Rui’an and his sons couldn’t catch up.
Only when she had put a distance of several hundred yards between them did the person turn her head back, looking coldly at Mu Hanyan.
In her cold gaze, there was only endless hatred, as if it was deeply ingrained.
Thereafter, the woman drifted away, her figure quickly disappearing from everyone’s sight.
"Hahaha, I know, I know, I know who she is now." Zhao Yuanji watched the receding figure, a mont of clarity shining in his eyes, he laughed maniacally, then spat out a mist of blood, and thus died.
His face bore a hint of comprehension, a hint of joy.
"Impossible, impossible!" Mu Hanyan recalled that cold gaze, whispering in disbelief.
"Impossible, impossible!" Mu Cheng also stared at the graceful figure growing more distant, muttering to himself.
"Could it be her? How is this possible?" Zhao Sinin, hiding in the distance, appeared distraught, and amid the distraction of the Mu family mbers focused on the fleeing figure, turned and escaped.
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