Chapter Thirty-Nine: Brotherly Bonds

Haopo swung his scythe-like weapon, reminiscent of the Grim Reaper itself. Remarkably, Feimo managed to withstand the blow. Haopo showed no surprise; after all, warriors of their caliber could not be felled by a single deadly strike.

The scythe’s blade was instantly knocked aside, clattering to the ground with rippling echoes. At the same moment, the Edge-less Sword descended swiftly from the sky, its speed unabated.

As soon as the Edge-less Sword met Feimo’s blade, the surrounding dust whirled violently like a tornado, surging around them like towering waves.

The nearby garden plants, stones, and furniture all flew through the air without exception, save for the stone slabs beneath their feet. They were hurled against the surrounding walls with tremendous force and noise, deafening Mo Mountain’s ears.

Lin Kuang gritted his teeth. Feimo’s sword quivered violently under the immense pressure, like a bouncing candy, forcing him to grip it tightly. Blood trickled from his left hand.

Dark stains on Feimo’s blade appeared to shake off with the vibration, falling onto the floor, obscuring its original appearance.

Feimo’s sword was forced back to its true form. Lin Kuang’s legs trembled; the sword’s radiance dazzled. With all his strength, he lifted the Edge-less Sword slightly and pushed Feimo’s blade forward with his left arm. Seizing the moment, Lin Kuang pulled sharply; the Edge-less Sword lost its counterforce and crashed heavily into the ground, causing the earth to shudder.

Lin Kuang’s eyes grew cold as he retreated swiftly. Haopo’s face drained of color, and he coughed a mouthful of blood forward.

The sight startled Haotian, who was behind them. He immediately halted and asked if Haopo was alright. Haopo shook his head lightly, indicating the wound was aggravated but not fatal.

“Stabilize your injury first. I’ll take over!” Haotian said, eyes fixed ahead, chest puffed out as he charged toward Ruoxi not far away.

Lin Kuang had intentionally moved forward a few steps while defending, ensuring Ruoxi would not be caught in the crossfire. After all, a dead person was of little use.

But this retreat did not include Ruoxi. Haotian only needed to take a step to “rescue” her.

Yet Lin Kuang gave him no chance. His crimson long sword swung fiercely, releasing dense streams of sword energy toward Haotian.

The blood-red sword energy left afterimages in the air, and in a blink, it surged before Haotian. He had nowhere to evade, for Haopo was right behind him.

Given his cultivation level, facing such powerful sword qi carelessly could lead to eternal ruin, much like Aunt Mei’s fate, split in two.

The gap between the early stage of Spirit Transformation and the peak of Heavenly Energy was vast—a major rank difference and five minor ranks.

As the sword qi approached, Haotian slowly raised his sword and slashed upward. One strand of sword energy instantly dissipated into thin air. Using both hands now, he countered with a reverse chop, and the blood-red sword energy met the same fate.

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