Lin Mu's eyes narrowed slightly—not in anger, but focus.
A ripple of Peak Sword Intent burst outward like a tremor.
He adjusted his footwork.
Now, he no longer parried—he redirected.
Zhu Lan's next five strikes met nothing but air. Her foot planted to deliver a high slash—only for Lin Mu's sword to meet it mid-swing.
Clang!
Zhu Lan staggered.
Before she could recover, Lin Mu's sword gently tapped her neck.
Silence.
She lowered her sword, then gave a deep bow. "...It was an honor."
Lin Mu nodded. "Your control is perfect. But don't be afraid to press forward. A mirror only reflects—it does not act."
Soon it was the final day.
Only eight disciples remained.
And among them stood Bai Xu, an aloof genius known for his raw power and the Crushing Heaven Sword Style—a brutally direct form that overpowered opponents through sheer force. He was known for defeating enemies two stages above him in cultivation.
