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Chapter 172 The Overlord Blade!

However, under the unwavering gaze of the crowd...

Shen Ming looked slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "Of course."

Without asking why, he handed over his sword without the slightest hesitation.

Li Wudao naturally accepted the black and gold battle sword, stroking its sharp, smooth blade, and nodded, saying, "A fine sword."

"Ah this?"

"You really lent it?!"

Many people were shocked.

How come this is different from the plot we agreed on?

They couldn't understand why Shen Ming, with his distinguished status, would accommodate a complete stranger.

After all, from their perspective.

This young man surnamed Li, apart from his handsome appearance and outstanding temperament, seemed to have nothing else to be concerned about.

Wait... Could it be that the two knew each other before?

Otherwise, there's really no way to explain what's happening right now.

Many people gradually guessed this, and their expressions kept changing.

"May I ask, Young Master Shen, do you know this young... this Young Master Li?"

Fei Han frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know him, is there a problem?"

Shen Ming glanced at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. He really wanted to give him another good beating and show off in front of Li Wudao.

However, considering Li Wudao's warning to him, he had no choice but to pretend that they didn't know each other for the time being.

Upon hearing this, Fei Han, Wang Xu, Meng Zhenhu, and the others all quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Shen Mingzhen and Li Wudao had a good relationship, they would have had no way to make a move. Fortunately, it was all a misunderstanding.

Suddenly, Fei Han, who had just felt relieved for a moment, realized something and looked at Shen Ming with a puzzled expression, saying:

"I don't quite understand. Since you, Young Master Shen, are complete strangers to this young man, why did you lend him such a precious sword?"

In any case, it's impossible for him to lend things to strangers casually, especially his personal weapon.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, Shen Ming snapped at him with a displeased look, "Because I like him, I find him pleasing to the eye, is that alright?"

"OK......."

Fei Han looked sullen and immediately lost his temper.

The next instant, he glanced around in the corner of his eye, then suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Li Wudao, who was walking towards him with a knife in his hand.

"What, you want to attack me?"

Fei Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

He didn't believe that a young man could pose any threat to his senior brother of the Li Huo Sect, even if the other party now had a mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapon.

"Yes, I've been putting up with you for a long time. If you can withstand one of my blows, I'll spare your life for now."

Li Wudao's lips curled slightly as he walked away unhurriedly.

He dragged the heavy, black blade in his right hand, the tip of which drew sparks across the floor, the piercing sound of weapons gripping everyone's attention.

"Insanity!"

Upon hearing such arrogant words, Fei Han's face immediately darkened.

"Miss Murong, did you see that? This little thief provoked us first and went too far. Don't blame me for being too harsh later!"

"Alright, you can handle this matter yourselves. The Imperial Treasure Pavilion will not interfere."

With things having come to this point, Murong Qinglan had no choice but to nod, but she was increasingly puzzled.

Taking action at this time is clearly not a wise move.

Unless Li Wudao's combat strength is stronger than Fei Han's, and he is not afraid of the rules of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion and has the power to dominate the entire scene, he could easily be doomed.

But is it possible for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to have these qualities?

"Kid, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Just as Murong Qinglan was pondering, Fei Han, holding a deep blue longsword and with murderous intent in his eyes, charged forward first.

Without uttering a word, Li Wudao vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye, moving like a ghost.

When it reappeared, it was already not far behind Fei Han, and then it swiftly slashed out with a tricky angle.

"Ah-"

With his current strength, coupled with a mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapon, even a casual swing of his sword would be extremely terrifying.

A blinding flash of light appeared, followed by a buzzing sound that seemed to tear through the air.

"What a quick knife!"

F. Han felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and his whole body was shrouded in fear, as if his soul was about to die.

With his combat strength comparable to a mid-stage Martial King, how could he not have detected his opponent's figure immediately?!

Most importantly, he had a strong intuition that if he were to be struck by this blade, he would be crippled if not killed!

At this moment, his face was no longer as composed and arrogant as before; it was completely pale.

"What a terrifying fellow, hiding so well!"

Clearly, he underestimated the strength of the young man before him!

In the split second, Fei Han's mind went blank. He instinctively turned around, mustered all his strength, and used the blade of his sword to block the attack in an attempt to neutralize it.

"Keng!"

The next instant, a deafening metallic clang resounded.

Everyone then saw the tip of Li Wudao's knife collide with the blade that Fei Han held horizontally in front of his chest, sending sparks flying.

Then, as if subjected to some uncontrollable repulsive force, Fei Han was sent flying backward like a cannonball, flying more than ten meters before landing on the ground.

"Tear it apart——"

Although he fell to the ground, the force emanating from the sword did not disappear; instead, it forced him to retreat continuously.

He had no choice but to use all his strength, kneeling on one knee and forcefully planting the sword blade into the ground beneath his feet to dissipate the surging force.

Nevertheless, he slid on his knees for dozens of steps before finally stopping.

At this moment, the senior disciple of the Li Huo Sect had beads of sweat on his forehead, was panting heavily, and a bright red stain on the corner of his mouth was particularly eye-catching.

Looking at his knee, the fabric of his trousers was already tattered from wear and tear, stained with dust and blood, making him look quite disheveled.

As for Fei Han in front of him, there was a path that had been deliberately cut off, with a three-inch-long sword mark that stretched for several meters, straight and clear, a shocking sight.

The power of that strike is evident from this.

"........"

The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's pupils dilated as if in an earthquake, their mouths gaped open, unable to utter a single word, and they were unable to calm down for a long time.

No one could believe what they were seeing.

How could a young boy defeat the renowned genius, the senior disciple of the Li Huo Sect, with just a single strike?

No, to be precise, it was a stunning and devastating power that crushed them completely!

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who could believe it?

"This can't be real! How could Senior Brother Fei possibly lose to you?!"

Suddenly, the deathly silence was shattered by a scream.

Luo Xinrou's pretty face changed, deeply shocked. She stared intently at Fei Han, her gaze almost pleading as she said:

"Senior brother, were you holding back just now? I don't believe he could beat you..."

Upon hearing this, Fei Han's face flushed red and then turned pale.

Damn, he used every ounce of his strength, and just letting out a fart almost killed him. Can't you tell?

At that moment, he really wanted to give them a good scolding, but he couldn't say it and his bladder ached from holding it in.

Just then, Gallen Lo, not one to shy away from stirring things up, spoke up, saying:

"My sister is right. With Brother Fei's strength, how could that guy possibly be a match for him? He must have used some underhanded means to sneak up on Brother Fei!"

At this point, he nodded in deep agreement, then cast an encouraging look at Fei Han, "Brother Fei, fight him again, let this piece of trash see your true strength!"

"........"

Fei Han's lips twitched violently twice.

Damn it, if he hadn't reacted quickly to that stab, he'd probably be dead by now. If they fought again, would he even want his life?

At this moment, he finally understood why his fellow disciples disliked Luo's younger brother.

They always bring up things they shouldn't talk about, they have no tact whatsoever, it's really annoying!

"You survived my knife strike, which is quite good. I'll spare your life for now."

Li Wudao had anticipated this scene and reacted rather calmly.

While Fei Han is certainly annoying, he doesn't want to confront the Li Huo Sect completely yet. There are more important enemies waiting for him right now, so there's no need to go all out; just giving them a little intimidation will suffice.

"What kind of swordsmanship was that you used just now? I've never seen it before..."

Fei Han struggled to lift his head, looking up at the tall figure of the young man, his face full of dejection.

At this moment, the hatred on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by intense awe, fear, and confusion.

This blow not only shattered his pride, but also made him see the gap between them clearly, like a firefly compared to the bright moon, unable to catch up!

"Overlord Blade".

A soft voice rose from the corner of Li Wudao's mouth.

He didn't look at Fei Han again, turned around gracefully, and headed straight for Li Sheng with his sword.

"Overlord... Blade..."

Fei Han stared blankly, muttering to himself repeatedly, his expression shifting constantly.

"This name sounds familiar..."