Even an ordinary person could have made such a thrust.
But as the sword lunged forward, the black skull suddenly froze in place.
Immediately after, the surrounding wind became incredibly sharp, coalescing into innumerable streams of Sword Qi that surged forward.
A moment later, everything stopped, and a calm fell over the area.
The black skull vanished.
Elder Mu slowly descended from the bamboo grove and walked toward the Changbai Temple Master.
The Changbai Temple Master looked down, saw no wounds on his body, and burst out laughing. "The Sword King of Fenglin State? Is that all? I don't even have a scratch on me. Your skills have regressed, Mu Jianlin!"
As soon as he spoke, the Changbai Temple Master suddenly felt something spray out.
He instinctively looked down and saw hundreds of bloody holes that had suddenly appeared all over his body.
Blood sprayed from innumerable wounds. With defiance in his eyes, the Changbai Temple Master collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
