Chapter 640: Four Beauties Battle Wuming

Mo Ming Jian Fa.

This was the martial art that Wuming had comprehended within the Hero Sword.

When wielded by Wuming, this Mo Ming Jian Fa had a unique flair, utterly different from when Jian Chen used it.

These sword moves were unfathomably unpredictable, impossible to read.

As they clashed, bursts of qi surged; wherever they passed, the earth shattered, houses collapsed, and trees crumbled.

"This— this is the strength of my lord's women?"

Ao Tian was stunned.

He knew Xiao Xiao Mochen was strong, but he hadn't expected Xiao Xiao Mochen's women to be strong as well.

They could actually fight Wuming head-on.

This was simply inconceivable.

Is this what they meant by no weakling standing beside the strong?

"Young Manor Lord, let's retreat!"

"If we stay any longer, this place will be utterly destroyed!"

As Wuming fought the women, some disciples came to their senses.

With such terrifying combat, the shockwaves would eventually reach them.

When that happened, their lives would not be spared.

"We retreat!"

Ao Tian clenched his teeth and kept retreating, watching from afar.

Only Xiao Xiao Mochen sat to the side, cracking sunflower seeds.

Wuming was strong, but his own women were no weaklings either.

Even more, Xiao Xiao Mochen called out from the side:

"This Mo Ming Jian Fa harms through sword intent."

"Hanyi, attack his left flank!"

"Zhong Ling, you're in charge of blocking the sword moves..."

With Xiao Xiao Mochen's guidance, the four women's coordination grew ever more seamless.

Though they were only at the Four Great Heavenly Being realm, they successfully held off Wuming of the Divine Roaming Mysterious Realm.

The longer they fought, the more the four women felt their comprehension deepen.

Especially Li Hanyi—ever since witnessing Xiao Xiao Mochen's combat, she deeply questioned her life.

Though she had received Xiao Xiao Mochen's guidance, she had never put it into actual combat.

At this moment, she felt as if she had climbed over mountain after mountain, beholding scenery she had never seen before.

In an instant, her fighting spirit soared.

And as her fighting spirit soared, it fed back through the great formation to the others.

In an instant, the four women's fighting spirit stood proud and fierce.

At this moment, Wuming's expression grew increasingly ugly.

Xiao Xiao Mochen hadn't even made a move, yet he was already trapped by a group of women?

The wind was cold as a blade.

At this moment, it mirrored Wuming's state of mind.

Watching them fight with ever-growing courage, and Xiao Xiao Mochen watching the show from the side, Wuming's sword moves suddenly changed.

A thick, intense sorrow radiated from his body.

The scene shifted with his emotions, and the entire battlefield grew oppressive.

What kind of power could affect the environment?

And what kind of power could make others feel the same?

Wuming's sword was steeped in sorrow—that was the answer.

Even the four women felt an inexplicable grief welling up, their bodies involuntarily halting.

This was the power of intent! Transcending martial arts—subduing the foe through will!

Sorrow beyond words!

Seeing the women restrained, Wuming struck with a single sword.

In an instant, the four women were sent flying back.

But just then, Xiao Xiao Mochen let out a cold snort.

In an instant, the sorrow-laden aura shattered outright.

Even Wuming felt his body suddenly sink, as if struck by a bolt of thunder.

And the four women regained their senses.

"Damn it—we were affected by his sword intent!"

"Sisters, get serious!"

Li Hanyi cried out sharply.

"Got it!"

Yue Ji, Zhong Ling, and Luo Mingxia nodded.

The next moment, the four struck again.

"I have a sword that can cleave open the heavens—named Immortal-Slaying Sword."

Countless flower petals gathered around Li Hanyi.

A flower, a world; a leaf, a bodhi.