Unleashing the Ultimate Power! Even a Broom Can Be a Sword!

"Since you're here, don't leave."

His eyes turned cold, and his aura suddenly changed.

"Perfect timing, let my flying sword have some fun. Oh no, I mean let my broom have some fun."

"roar--!!!"

Accompanied by deep, ferocious roars like those of wild beasts, the shadows around the courtyard seemed to come alive.

Dozens of ghostly black figures, like a black tide bursting its banks, carrying a nauseating stench, surged madly towards Wushuang in the center of the courtyard from all directions.

That's a drug user.

Created by a secret technique, they lost their sense of pain and reason, becoming nothing more than walking corpses driven only by the instinct to kill.

Their skin was an eerie bluish-purple, with veins bulging like earthworms, and each strike brought a powerful gust of wind that tore through the air.

The eerie blue claws drew deadly arcs in the dim night, exuding a chilling, pungent stench of poison.

If it were the previous Musou, facing such a large number of monsters that are painless, incredibly strong, and numerous, he would probably have opened the Musou Sword Box on his back immediately.

Even without using the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, at least five flying swords—Cloud Shuttle, Light Frost, and Soft Finger—must be released simultaneously to form a sword formation in order to deal with the situation calmly.

But he is different now.

He remained standing in the same spot, his feet not moving an inch.

He lifted the worn-out bamboo broom in his hand as if he were lifting a peerless sword.

"Cloud Shuttle!"

Wushuang let out a low shout, flicked his wrist, and the tip of the broom suddenly stabbed out!

laugh--!

It was clearly a broom, yet at that moment it emitted a clear and melodious sword cry!

A crimson sword aura burst forth from the tip of the broom, like a nimble fire serpent, instantly piercing through the chest of the medicine man at the forefront!

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

Before the drug-using man could even scream, his body was blasted open by the sword energy, green blood splattering everywhere. He was sent flying backward, crashing into a group of his companions behind him.

But this did not deter the other drug users. They felt no pain, knew no fear, and still charged forward fearlessly.

"Light Frost!"

Musou changed tactics again, sweeping out with his broom.

This time, it was an extremely chilling sword aura!

A flash of cold light, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The three drug-using men who rushed forward froze, and then a thin line of blood appeared on their waists.

Click!

The three bodies were simultaneously severed in two, the cuts as smooth as mirrors, and even covered with a thin layer of frost!

"Smooth as silk!"

The broom danced again, this time becoming erratic, like willow catkins in the wind or ripples on water.

Wushuang's figure weaved through the crowd of medicine people, and the broom in his hand was no longer used for fierce slashing, but for gentle tapping, flicking, picking and stabbing.

With each touch, an invisible sword aura pierces into the body of the medicine user, damaging their meridians and severing their tendons and bones.

In just a few breaths, more than half of the once-mighty army of medicine-men had fallen!

"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

The leader of the medicine-men, who had been observing from the shadows, finally showed a hint of fear in his previously dull eyes.

Although he felt no pain, he still possessed the instincts of an assassin.

He saw it clearly: the boy hadn't even opened the sword case on his back; he had simply used a broken broom to rout his proud army of medicine-men!

Everything can be a sword!

This is a realm that only sword immortals can reach!

"Roar! Die!"

The leader roared and decided to take action himself.

His body was stronger and faster than that of ordinary medicine people. He rushed to Wushuang in the blink of an eye, and his claws, which were strong enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, fiercely grabbed at Wushuang's crown!

"Too slow."

Wushuang shook her head, her eyes filled with disappointment.

After experiencing Su Changqing's overwhelming power of "one finger breaking all laws," the attacks of this monster in front of him seemed as ridiculous as slow-motion replay.

"A jade ruyi!"

Wushuang uttered these three words softly, and then suddenly flicked the broom in her hand upwards.

when!

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

That bamboo broom actually blocked the leader of the medicine men's sharp claws without breaking a single bamboo branch!

Because the surface of that broom was covered with a layer of sword energy shield that seemed to be real!

"roll!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wushuang brought the broom down with a swift motion.

Snapped!

This seemingly light and effortless strike contained all of Wushuang's insights and sword intent accumulated over this period of time!

"The Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty... Although it hasn't been drawn yet, I've already grasped its essence!"

boom!

A terrifying sword intent surged through the broom and into the head of the medicine man leader!

It's like a watermelon being hit by a hammer.

That head, as hard as iron, exploded instantly under that blow! Red and white matter splattered all over the ground!

The massive body crashed to the ground and fell silent.

The remaining few medicine men, having lost their leader's command, instantly became headless flies and were all dealt with by Wushuang in no time.

"call……"

Wushuang let out a long sigh, put away the broom, and resumed his lazy demeanor.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at the still-intact broom in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems that cutting those thousand pounds of potato shreds wasn't for nothing; my control has definitely improved a lot."

"but……"

He frowned, looking at the mess in the yard. "This is too dirty! Mr. Su will definitely yell at me when he sees this tomorrow morning."

"Sigh, I can't even sweep the floor in peace."

Wushuang complained and swung the broom again.

This time, it wasn't about killing people, but about cleaning up the trash.

A gentle sword aura swept up the corpses on the ground, as easily as swirling fallen leaves, and threw all of these dozens of heavy bodies over the wall and into the mass grave on the back mountain.

After doing all this, he used his sword energy to scrape away a layer of blood from the ground until no trace was visible. Only then did he clapp his hands in satisfaction, carry the broom, and go back to his house to sleep.

Hidden strength and name.

……

On the second floor, in front of a half-open window.

Xiao Se, draped in his expensive fox fur coat, quietly watched all of this.

There was no surprise in his eyes, only a hint of understanding and a cold laugh.

"The drug-man... it really was that madman's doing."

Xiao Se murmured softly, toying with the jade thumb ring in his hand, "Xiao Yu, you're still so impatient. Sending something like this to test Su Changqing? Do you want to die?"

"However, Wushuang's progress is quite surprising. It seems that the 'vegetable-cutting path' really has some merit."

"Now that Seventh Brother has made his move, I can't just sit idly by. Tomorrow... I should go see that 'old friend'."