These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu nodded.

"Then I'll apologize to you in advance."

"Feel sorry?"

"Your sword spirit can no longer be reunited with mine; it will shatter."

"That's hilarious."

Yuan Jiacao actually laughed, and was about to burst into laughter.

But in the instant he raised his head, the light in his eyes was like a lit torch.

At his most arrogant moment, his aura surged, and in a flash, his sword shot forth.

This sword strike wasn't about technique; it was all about emotion.

Just as Yuan Jiacao herself said, to defeat herself, to make herself lose in front of everyone, at least... she had to do all of this in front of her.

The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered and turned into dust fragments in the air.

His figure had already become like a long, sapphire-blue rainbow, like an arrow released from a bow, piercing towards him from that one-inch sword tip.

At this moment, the momentum seemed unstoppable, as if the floating clouds in the sky had been torn apart, not to mention the strong wind that was stirred up, which left all the disciples watching from the sidelines stunned.

They probably never imagined that Yuan Jiacao, who was closest to the Dragon Slayer Realm, could unleash such an unreasonable sword strike with all his might.

Luo Kang, standing in the Lu Chenzong formation, shook his head and smiled.

"It seems that Senior Brother is truly both moved and angry..."

On the Yuanjian Sect's side, Li Hanyang was naturally overjoyed. He himself felt he wasn't even 100% confident he could withstand the entire attack, let alone this young man...

He'd better die! I even feel that a complete defeat wouldn't be enough to vent my anger.

"A fine sword!"

Even Ran Xinxue couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when the sword was launched, because she hadn't seen such a sword with such a clear and assertive attitude in a long time.

This sword strike is delivered with hatred, to sever the threads of sorrow.

Because of the presence of emotions, this sword strike was even higher than Yuan Jiacao's own level. In Ran Xinxue's opinion, even if this young man had really preserved his strength, it would be quite difficult for him to unleash it now. It could be said that he had no chance at all.

But it's good... Let this brat learn a lesson. He has no respect for me at all. How can he not suffer a little?

Well, they deserve it.

Lu Qingyan could hardly contain herself and almost sat up.

She even had the urge to stand in front of the seemingly unresponsive boy.

Wei Tu... this will cause injury!

She wanted to say those words, but... she couldn't bear to let this young man bear the reputation of always being protected and having no other strength at this critical moment.

So what should we do?

People cannot simply expect miracles to happen, because when you pray for a miracle, you have already run out of options, which is tantamount to giving up prematurely.

but……

but……

There are no buts.

"bite!!"

The crisp sound was unexpectedly loud, almost deafening, as if it pierced the eardrums.

Some people even covered their ears in pain, not knowing what had happened.

Until I opened my eyes.

Looking at the front yard.

Yuan Jiacao and Wei Tu's positions changed in a strange way. Yuan Jiacao, who rushed towards Wei Tu as if she was going forward without looking back, ended up standing behind Wei Tu.

The figure of the white-clad youth remained standing still.

The two stood back to back.

No one fell.

Many people don't understand what happened.

But Lu Qingyan saw it all clearly!

This is almost impossible...

Because that crisp sound wasn't from Yuan Jiacao piercing Wei Tu.

Instead, just as Yuan Jiacao's sword was about to break his heart, Wei Tu raised his sword, but with a gentle deflection, he let Yuan Jiacao pass by him!

At this moment, Yuan Jiacao's face showed shock.

The scene of her standing back to the white-clad youth who remained motionless and even seemed indifferent made Lu Qingyan murmur to herself.

"Except for your triple layer of snow... who else in the world is worthy of wearing white?" PS: More tonight!

45. A Startling Glimpse of the Moon

"This is impossible!"

The other spectators were still confused about what was going on.

Turning around, the Yuanjia grass holding the buzzing bee was the first to roar out, right at the boy's back.

Wei Tu looked at the sword in his hand.

An unknown sword.

If my memory serves me correctly, my sword in my past life was called: Jing Chan (惊蝉).

A name that is neither elegant nor vulgar.

It doesn't have any imposing presence, nor is it anything special... The only special thing about it is that it was forged together with Su Mi's later sword.

So I've been carrying it with me ever since.

And the one I have now... is just ordinary, with a slight chip.

It was left by that sword strike just now.

It seems that this body is not in its best condition, and the cultivation level is not compatible with my soul, so there will always be subtle errors.

But in today's context, it's insignificant.

Wei Tu slowly turned around, looked at Yuan Jiacao's undisguised astonishment, and smiled.

"What I hate most is when people still say it's impossible even after it has happened. It's like hearing someone say something that's completely unfounded."

"You can't possibly do that with this sword...!"

How could Yuan Jiacao believe that the opponent had actually neutralized his sword strike?

He knew exactly how much of his strength he had used in that sword strike, so how could this boy, who looked to be at most at the second or third level of the Fusion Realm, have the strength to withstand it?

Therefore, this was a situation that defied common sense in his view.

Wei Tu just stared at him, his deep eyes saying it all.

The fact that I didn't say anything means...

No explanation is needed, because it has already been done.

At this moment, Yuan Jiacao felt the tremors within her body become even more pronounced.

He realized that he was already trapped in a vicious cycle.

Even with the real risk of breaking apart... he has to continue like this, because if he can't overcome it, or even chooses to escape... he will also face utter ruin.

And so he carried with him a strange obsession.

Yuan Jiacao gripped the buzzer once more and charged forward.

This time, the energy within his body was circulating wildly, and with the support of a unique obsession, he entered an unprecedented state.

His frenzied state, even more intense than when he beheaded the evil dragon in the river, made his body seem to be on fire.

He even seemed poised to directly break through the Fusion Realm and enter the Dragon Slaying Realm.

At this moment, his combat power had spread in an unpredictable direction. He knew that it would definitely bring side effects, but... he had no choice. This was the only path he could take.

It's unstoppable, it just won't stop!

"The Moon-Slaying Sword!!"

Thus, the Sword Sect's Great Plain, which all the disciples later found incredibly exciting, appeared.

Even though it was daytime, and despite having gone through four battles, the sky hadn't darkened.

But in everyone's eyes, a crescent moon appeared.

This sword light was like the coldest moonlight, slashing down its loneliness and its anger upon the world.

No... not the human world, but this seemingly indifferent boy.

Wei Tu felt it was a pity to see this sword strike.

"I'm so sorry..."

The moonlight seemed to stretch across the sky, and all the light poured down upon him.

Yuan Jiacao didn't know what the boy was saying, or rather, she didn't want to know what he was saying.

Whether he dies by his own sword or not is not important.

Because he had to win, he had even begun to panic, a panic about the unknown.

Wei Tu sighed.

"It's a pity you met me so early."

So he stood still and raised his hand to draw his sword.