Killing Sword Unsheathed, No Return Until Death (3)

Han Muye felt that his bloodline power was being drawn, as if Baxia's power was being extracted.

This suppression of bloodline power indicated that the opponent had reached a higher level in the cultivation of bloodline strength.

He couldn't resist with the power of the divine beast!

Han Muye's figure moved, and the power of the divine beast Baxia dispersed into his body, then he leaped into the air.

"Clang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, gathering sword light, shining with a sharp edge, stabbing towards the young man standing in mid-air.

"Interesting," the young man said with a faint smile, raising his hand and flicking his finger.

"Clang—"

The long sword clashed with the fingertip, Han Muye's figure paused, his face turned red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The young man also trembled slightly and involuntarily took a step back.