Blacksmithing in a World Where Breathing Techniques Determine Victory or Defeat

"Michael Jackson! Eat my floating clouds and fly through the swirling clouds!!!" Mu Yun clung to Chuan Wan, and his offensive suppressed the enemy like a violent wind. His unparalleled swordsmanship soon left countless wounds on the enemy. "It's useless. A wound of this level can be healed in an instant. You can't beat me," Kibutsujimu said with a sad smile. "Really?" Mu Yun silently pulled out the Immortal Slash behind him.