Legend of Sword King

As Asnadu's voice faded, a dazzling saber light suddenly slashed out from the shadows outside the walls.    

    

Under this sword light, even Asuna was stunned as he turned his head around. The surprise on his face was vividly outlined.    

    

At the end of the ray of light was a graceful figure akin to a sparrow. His long hair flowed like a waterfall and his clothes fluttered in the wind.    

    

It was elegant and graceful, yet as strong as a roaming dragon. The cultivation that it emitted was actually at the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage!    

    

Li Muhao!    

    

"Enemy attack!" Asuna was indeed worthy of being called a young genius, a warrior accustomed to killing. He let out a loud roar at almost impossible time, and at the same time, drew the long blade at his waist to meet the incoming blade light!    

    

When the saber Qi met the saber Qi, a loud explosion could be heard. The Essence Qi seeped into each other and quickly spread to the two sides, stirring up a fierce wind ten zhang away. Asuna discovered to his horror that more than half of his blade energy had been dispersed, while the other half was left in a congealed state!    

    

Without waiting for Asuna to react, the two blades clashed and produced a clear and ear-piercing screech. The explosion of air was unprecedented, and spiritual energy crazily surged! Asuna's body sank as the stone beneath his feet suddenly split apart. His robes fluttered behind him as his face paled.    

    

However, the pressure hadn't yet subsided when Li Muhao, who was still in the air, suddenly let out a low shout. Asuna felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, his internal organs churning, his vitality almost out of control, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his legs weak. He could no longer stand, and was forced to kneel on the ground!    

    

His knee struck the bricks, creating a spiderweb of cracks!    

    

In that instant, even Ashnah discovered in shock that behind the godlike Li Muhao, over ten Western Coldcalm cultivators had leapt up. They were similarly agile. As the sword qi and sword light shot out, they passed through the critical moment!    

    

Even if they reacted very quickly, it would still be difficult for them to respond to the cultivators' first attack. In an instant, many people were injured, and miserable cries rose and fell one after another.    

    

Asuna was kneeling on the ground, unable to move. Li Muhao's black blade was pressing down on his longsword, pressing it against his shoulder. It made him feel as heavy as a mountain. Earlier, when he was suddenly ambushed, he didn't understand why the other party was able to sneak up on him and suddenly launch a surprise attack from the shadows. Now, however, he understood.    

    

Because out of the dozen or so cultivators, only half were at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage!    

    

With the opponent's strength, the scouts he had arranged in the wilderness would indeed be powerless to resist.    

    

Even though the scouts were unable to defeat the enemy, there were many sentries after all. There was no reason for them to not even send out a warning! If it wasn't so, they wouldn't have been caught off guard!    

    

As a military veteran, Asuna knew that there was only one answer to this question.    

    

That was because this group of cultivators in front of him was not only strong individually, but in terms of combat techniques and skills, they were also experts, elites among elites! Only this way could they discover the positions of every scout and sentry, and then attack with lightning, giving the other side no chance to react.    

    

Such elite fighters were extremely rare. As for the people leading them, they would definitely be even more extraordinary. They were most definitely not nameless individuals.    

    

"You … Who was it? "What's your name?" Asuna gritted his teeth as he stared at the cultivator before him.    

    

"You have no right to know my name." Li Muhao spat out a few words, full of pride. At the same time, the strength of his cultivation base suddenly increased. The black blade that was suppressing his opponent's long blade suddenly swept towards his opponent's neck.    

    

With a plop, Ashnadu's head moved from his shoulders.    

    

The temple priest didn't even have the chance to use his unique skill before he was killed by Li Muzhao's sword.