"Extreme?!" Bexia looked at Long Mumu in astonishment.

"Not extreme, at most his magic power just reached the upper level, and there is still a gap!" Although Long Mumu said this, she also frowned because she seemed to have seen that mask somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"Who are you?" Long Mumu put down Bexia and took a step forward, her sword ready to deal with the actions of the man with the half mask.

However, the man with the half mask did not answer Long Mumu's question. The only response he got was the cold gleam of his sword.

"Earth Shattering Slash!" The man with the half mask jumped up, and the sword in his hand slashed out a four to five meter long crescent sword qi. Long Mumu retreated a step, grabbed Bexia, and broke through the roof suddenly. The crescent sword qi fell on the open ground dozens of meters away from the room, leaving a long sword mark.

"Bexia, go find Ophelia for help. I'll stall him!" Long Mumu said with a furrowed brow.

"Sis Dragon..."

"Hurry, otherwise both of us will be in trouble!"

"Yes! I understand." Bexia nodded heavily. Leaving her own strength here would only cause more chaos, and there was also an army down the mountain. It should still be possible to notify them in time.

Bexia also knew the seriousness of the situation. She turned around without saying another word and left. As long as she could notify the army to come first, Long Mumu would naturally be in less danger.

"It's good that she's gone..." Long Mumu watched Bexia leaving, then turned to look at the man with the half mask walking out of the crumbling room. She slowly closed her eyes, her body half kneeling down, and even the sword in her hand plunged into the ground. Her expression suddenly became devout.

"Oh Dragon God! Please have mercy on your faithful!"

But the man with the half mask didn't care about any of that. As soon as he saw Long Mumu, he charged towards her again. The sword in his hand mercilessly attacked her.

"Ding—" Just as the sword was about to fall on Long Mumu, she suddenly opened her eyes. Her originally black pupils quickly transformed into golden vertical ones. Her left hand clenched at her waist, and another sword appeared in her hand. It clashed with the man's sword.

The two quickly made contact and quickly separated. Long Mumu slowly stood up from the ground, with two swords swung apart to her sides. A faint emerald golden aura appeared on her body, and a pair of illusory wings appeared above her head.

Instantly, a powerful emerald golden magic power erupted from the sword blades. The aura floating around Long Mumu's body turned into a roaring dragon shadow. She rushed towards the man with the half mask, and the sword in her hand seemed to have grown twice as long under the influence of magic power.

"Secret Technique: Dragon God's Dance!"

The sword enveloped in golden light radiated a dazzling brilliance. Every time it cut through the air, it left behind deep emerald golden streaks. The man with the half mask was also not weak at all. The black aura all over his body was like a highly corrosive liquid. When it collided with Long Mumu's magic power, it emitted a "sizzle" sound of corrosion.

Although Long Mumu used a burst-type secret technique, her own strength was not as strong as the man with the half mask. Although he had just reached the upper level of magic power, due to the black aura, he was stronger than an ordinary upper-level swordsman.

"Eagle's Thirteen Strikes!"

The blade in the man's hand became darker and deeper, as if it had turned into sharp hawk wings. Every swing brought about an intense sword wind. When it collided with Long Mumu's Dragon God's Dance, it didn't fall behind at all.

"Boom—!" The violent collision of magic power created a deafening explosion. The two figures were suddenly blown apart, and Long Mumu used both swords to stop her own figure from flying backwards. On the ground, she left a distance of seven to eight meters.

"Eagle's Thirteen Strikes! Are you from the Asman Kingdom?!" Long Mumu recognized the opponent's technique. It was a special technique that only the Asman royal family could learn. Even if others wanted to learn it, they must obtain the approval of the Asman royal family, otherwise they would be considered thieves.

And Eagle's Thirteen Strikes was an extremely powerful advanced technique. It was said that when cultivated to a high level, it had the ability to challenge opponents of a higher rank. The most famous example was the current captain of the Asman Kingdom, who had defeated a sword saint at the rank of king with this Eagle's Thirteen Strikes. Although that sword saint was already very old and had fallen to the level of a quasi-king, being able to defeat a quasi-king with just the level of a newly advanced upper-level swordsman not only demonstrated the strength of the captain of the Asman Kingdom, but also the power of this technique.

It can be said that the Saint Eagle Thirteen Strikes is the forbidden technique of the Astman Kingdom, and only the trusted subordinates of the Astman Kingdom or members of the royal family can master this move.

"Kill!" The reply of the man with the half-mask was just a cold character, and the straight sword in his hand was enveloped in a distinct dark red fire.

"Magic Skill: Flame Flow Rupture!"

"Damn it!?" Long Momo's pupils shrank when she saw this. The appearance of this move was even more shocking than that of the Saint Eagle Thirteen Strikes just now. And this move confirmed that the man in front of her was sent by the royal family. If there was still a possibility of the Saint Eagle Thirteen Strikes spreading, then this magic skill was truly a secret technique, and it was also the signature magic skill of the Astman Kingdom!

"Oh, Dragon God! Please show mercy to your faithful followers!"

"Divine Dragon's Benediction!"

Long Momo put down the two commanding swords and quickly took out a golden talisman. At the moment the dark red flame flow collided with her, the golden talisman shattered, and a huge dragon shadow roared out, with its massive wings enveloping Long Momo.

"Boom!"

In an instant, dust filled the air, and stones scattered. Although the man with the half-mask's magic skill was powerful, it still couldn't break through the illusory dragon shadow on Long Momo's body. She stood in the midst of the dragon wings, coldly watching the man with the half-mask, her lips slightly parted.

"Dragon God's Breath!"

"Roar!"

The dragon shadow flapped its wings and soared high in the sky, shaking the air with a dragon roar. The golden dragon shadow was as dazzling as the sun, and even the people in the imperial capital could see the golden brilliance in the sky.

The golden dragon shadow let out a roar towards the sky, and a ray of wisdom radiated from its eyes, just like Long Momo's gaze.

The dragon shadow opened its mouth and spewed out a golden stream of magical power. In the blink of an eye, the golden beam of light crossed the earth, creating an eerie moment of silence, followed by continuous rumbling.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Hoo!" Long Momo let out a long breath, looking at the half-masked man whose body was now only half left on the chaotic ground in front of her. She slowly approached, wanting to see if the man was completely dead. But at that moment, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her...