The slender, jade-like fingers gripped the Ice Sword tightly. Without a second thought, Mu Rufeng swiftly slashed out with the sword,
The move was both ruthless and fierce, exceptionally powerful, as a red light flashed, overwhelming in its momentum.
Two beams of Sword Qi collided violently.
"Boom!"
The earth-shattering sound shook the mountains and forests beneath them, leaves scattered, and a fierce aura suddenly spread out in all directions.
Mu Rufeng staggered back more than ten steps before stabilizing himself, while Nangong Mingmo on the opposite side also stepped back a few paces before stopping. He looked up at Mu Rufeng, eyes filled with astonishment—they ended up being evenly matched!
Even though he forcefully elevated his strength to become a Second-rank Holy Martial Artist through his bloodline talent, he was ultimately just an Eighth-rank Sect Martial Artist. Defeating him should require some effort, but it shouldn't result in a draw, right?
