Chu Mu raised his hand. The Minghong Saber, still hovering in the air after losing its target, seemed to answer a summons as its blade shimmered and shot downward.
In the next instant, the Minghong Saber was in Chu Mu's hand.
At that same moment, Zhao Tang, who had been rushing over at top speed, screeched to a halt.
His face went from pale to green, but he finally managed to force a smile. "Sir, how about we let this matter rest?"
"It's better to have another friend than another enemy. I guarantee that as for what happened today..."
"Heh..."
"I won't find peace until you're dead."
Chu Mu chuckled, his tone light, yet firm.
"Sir, do you really insist on a fight to the death?"
Zhao Tang demanded, his expression grave.
Chu Mu remained silent. Deep within his Divine Soul, the Divine Soul Saber, which had lain dormant for a long time, now seemed to merge as one with the Minghong Saber in his hand.
The illusory and the real intertwined once more, years after the last time.
