“After you!” Lu Yun brightened in anticipation.

Mo Chenfeng was around the same age as Feng Yin, but carried himself with considerably more composure. Lazuli was one of the strongest majors, one of the very few that boasted parity with Aureate. The Mo Clan occupied a very lofty position within Lazuli, much like the Qing Clan did in Nephrite.

Whoosh!

A multicolored sword emerged from Mo Chenfeng’s body. He pointed a guiding finger, sending his sword on a luminous trail toward Lu Yun.

Anticipating the trajectory of the strike, Lu Yun leaned to the side in the nick of time. However, an endless crescendo of follow-up attacks pressed in on him, as inexorable as the crashing tide.

“What an incredible mastery of the...