473: You bastard, go to hell!

Just from the terrifying sonic boom, Mu Feiran had already witnessed the formidable power of Shen Bei's Saber Dao.

To be able to break the sound barrier and unleash Saber Qi with just his Physical Body, what kind of power was that?

However, what truly shocked him was that his all-conquering, metal-cutting, jade-slicing Thousand Silks Galaxy Sword Qi had not achieved the expected effect at all; it was a flash in the pan, returning without success!

His diligently Cultivated Thousand Silks Galaxy Sword Qi was incredibly sharp and pervasive, possessing an extremely keen attribute; a single cut from such a silver thread could rival the slash of a high-quality weapon.

Under the stabbing and twisting of countless silver threads, Shen Bei, in his eyes, was subjected to hundreds of attacks from various tricky angles almost every moment, yet even with his full power unleashed at this very moment, the Thousand Silks Galaxy Sword Qi, which should have been unstoppable and capable of twisting even iron men into a pile of iron slag, had achieved almost nothing!

Shen Bei, whom he had expected to have his weapon shattered and be at his mercy in no time, was still as lively as a Dragon, showing no signs of faltering.

In a flash of lightning, he saw clearly that the silver threads that were not blocked or destroyed by the Saber light only managed to create a shallow cut on Shen Bei's body, as if blocked by some invisible force, unable to advance any further!

Even Mu Feiran's own Physical Body, which had Cultivated the Iron Armor Art, coupled with his protective Qi field, definitely did not possess such terrifying defensive capabilities.

Within a ten-meter radius, his eyes were filled with a constantly flickering and rolling mass of Saber light; even if the Saber speed had not broken the sound barrier, the sharp whistling sound still echoed back and forth in the arena.

But it simply couldn't harm Shen Bei in the slightest!

Now Mu Feiran was a little flustered.

His Sword Qi, under the cutting edge of Shen Bei's Saber, was as fragile as white paper!

How could this be!

In his understanding, either the weapon in Shen Bei's hand was too overbearing, or Shen Bei's Saber Martial Skill was Heaven-Defying!

But one point was universally true for any Martial Artist.

Even a Heaven-Defying Saber Martial Skill needed a weapon to carry it.

Unless one reached a state of perfection where every blade of grass and every tree was a sword, a Martial Artist still had to diligently forge a high-quality weapon.

Now Mu Feiran began to carefully examine the weapon in Shen Bei's hand.

The Saber blade resembled a silver amber, about three feet long, with a flowing brilliance throughout, dotted with stars, magnificent and eerie, and it also encased an unknown spine, forming a blade body half a palm wide and half a finger thick.

The Saber guard was composed of five bone claws, spread open like Dragon claws, and the Saber hilt was nearly a foot long; when the wind blew, it could even emit a faint humming sound.

The entire Saber subtly exuded a sense of the vast and boundless Star Ocean, and also revealed an ultimate sharpness capable of tearing mountains and splitting seas.

This sharpness, without any external force, just by looking at it, seemed to cut people's eyes!

“This Saber is named: Flowing Light Starfall Saber!”

Shen Bei gazed at the long Saber, reforged by Liao Zhongyang, as if looking at his own child, his eyes full of satisfaction, and he sighed, “Actually, it has another name, Blood Mountain Corpse Sea, have you heard of it?”

“Damn it! So Oleg's thing was stolen by you!”

Mu Feiran wasn't clear about other things, but upon hearing the four words “Blood Mountain Corpse Sea,” his face immediately erupted in anger, mixed with a hint of bewilderment.

Shen Bei stared at Mu Feiran, raising an eyebrow: “Why are you so agitated? Could it be that… you are all Apocalypse Cult members? Good, good, good! That's truly excellent!”

Damn it, you scoundrels, I'll kill every one of you I see!

“Don't slander us!”

The other members of the Xingchen Martial Arts Club, seeing Shen Bei slandering them, naturally felt displeased, their faces filled with indignation, and they spoke up one after another:

“Is slandering so easy now?”

“What, you know Oleg is an Apocalypse Cult member? I also know Nine Lives Raven, am I a Headhunter Tribe member too?”

“Brainless idiot!”

“It's just that a senior of our Society President went astray, don't randomly accuse us.”

…

Shen Bei heard this, but showed no emotion, just smiled faintly: “So that's how it is, but you still have to kneel.”

At this moment, Mu Feiran had already realized that his Thousand Silks Galaxy Sword Qi encirclement would not be able to kill Shen Bei.

The next moment.

A brilliant silver Sword light pierced Mu Feiran's palm, slowly rising up.

The moment this seemingly substantial Sword light rose, a slight stinging and extremely dangerous sensation arose in everyone's hearts, as if a sharp sword hung overhead, a lump in their throats!

Martial Skill: Jade Shadow Coagulated Light Sword!

As the Saber light danced, Shen Bei's entire body was like a giant ball of Saber light rolling back and forth; wherever the sharp Qi flame blade passed, even those extremely condensed Sword Qi tendrils were all blocked outside the Saber light, and from time to time, several Sword Qi threads, momentarily losing control, were directly shattered and dissipated by the extremely sharp Qi flame Saber tip!

As Shen Bei opened up space with a few moves, the large Saber in his hand was wielded even more broadly and expansively.

His gaze swept to Mu Feiran not far away, outside the Saber light, who did not ascend as expected, but moved like a swimming fish, holding a light sword in one hand, and as the Sword light flickered, long, slender, silvery-white Sword Mang were constantly replenished into the Sword Qi tendrils roaming around.

At this moment, Shen Bei's body was stained with blood, showing dozens of fine wounds, looking incredibly gruesome.

However, both he himself and Mu Feiran, who was facing a formidable enemy, knew that such injuries, though seemingly severe, actually had no impact.

Boom!

Shen Bei stomped his foot fiercely, the ground violently shaking; amidst the thunderous explosion, a dazzling Saber Mang, five meters long, suddenly broke through the endlessly entangled Thousand Silks Galaxy Sword Qi with a sharp whistle, like a long rainbow hanging from the sky, descending directly upon Mu Feiran, whose Sword light was brilliant in his hand!

Rumble

At the same time, a house on one side of the street began to collapse under the impact of the Sword Qi and Saber Qi!

Large chunks of rubble fell, and as soon as they entered the area where the two were fighting, they were cut into powder by an invisible force, and then violently swept in all directions by the surging and roaring fierce Qi wind!

The other members of the Xingchen Martial Arts Club were terrified, retreating repeatedly, scrambling and fleeing frantically, wanting to get away from the fierce and dangerous center of the battle.

Just by standing nearby for a moment, several of them had already silently developed bloodied cuts on their bodies.

Clang!

Without any conversation, Mu Feiran's face was ashen; the light sword in his hand, as if condensed from jade light, followed closely behind the Sword light like a swimming Dragon, actually catching up with lightning speed, and from the tip of the silver Sword Mang-emitting sword, strands of sharp Sword light flickered erratically, hidden among the numerous silver Sword lights!

Mu Feiran's swordsmanship inherently possessed an unyielding character; seeing Shen Bei's unstoppable Saber strike, he showed no intention of dodging! As an Eighth Rank Martial Warrior and a master of the Sword Dao, how could he retreat?

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

The clash of Saber and sword seemed to strike and vibrate thousands of times in a thousandth of a second; the entire world seemed to turn black and white, and terrifying sharpness, visible to the naked eye and capable of shattering everything, splashed out in all directions like a tide.

The ground within a radius of several hundred meters was as fragile as tofu, directly lifted several feet deep by the omnipresent sharp torrent, and the entire street emitted an unbearable roar, echoing throughout the surrounding residential area.

And surprisingly, the light sword in Mu Feiran's hand actually, like a real sword, erupted in bursts of dazzling sparks during the collision.

This momentary violent collision required almost no time to even blink, and almost all the hair on half of Mu Feiran's body stood on end at that instant.