Although An Ying was no match for Rong Linyu, he was a battle-hardened warrior, so holding him off for a while was no difficult task.
Now, the God Slaying Sect had suppressed the arrogance of Rashamon Hall, and all eyes were on Mu Qian and Yu Qianmo.
The eerie wind and strange cries continued unabated, Yu Qianmo and Dong'er were fiercely engaged in battle, and Mu Qian, with his sword aimed at the elder, unleashed a flurry of blade and sword shadows so fast they were nearly invisible—only the clash and friction of metal and the deadly force of each palm strike could be heard.
The elder had thought that Mu Qian was no match for him; after all, in the city teeming with masters, he was considered one of the few top experts. Even Master Mingyang had been defeated by him. That morning, it was he who had disguised himself as Mu Qian to steal the ancient tomb map from the Mystic Sect.
Yet, after a few moves, Mu Qian's formidable power shocked him, forcing him to give it his all.
