Musk Heaven Mouse

"Hmph!"

Lu Ze's five senses were extremely keen. Despite the silent movements of the small creature, he still sensed something unusual. His eyes turned cold, and spiritual energy poured out from his body, lingering around him.

As the spiritual energy left his body, it transformed into sharp sword energy, resembling a gentle breeze. Each strand of this breeze was like an extraordinarily sharp sword, possessing the power to cut through cultivators at the Transcendence Realm Ninth Stage.

Flowing Wind Sword Shadow!

With Lu Ze's increased cultivation, this heavenly-ranked martial art became even more powerful.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a sharp and mournful howl, Lu Ze felt something being thrown away from his back.

"Hmm? Not dead?"

The initially composed Lu Ze, with a slightly surprised expression, turned to look at the small creature that had attempted to ambush him.