Before Mo Xuan Fei could take a step closer toward the Emperor, suddenly from the shady spot inside the room, dozens of people, wearing black clothes and mask, emerged. Their movement was so quiet, akin like a shadow.
They were the personal guard of the Emperor. Each of them had remarkable swordsmanship that couldn't overlook.
Damn!
Mo Xuan Fei glared ferociously at the dozens people in front of him, his grip in his sword tightened as his vein popped out in anger.
They were ready to fight. One sign of threat, one movement from Mo Xuan Fei toward the Emperor, would be counted as an offense for them and they would attack him without reservation.
"Stop." Mo Qian Yuan ordered his personal guard in lazy tone. He didn't take Mo Xuan Fei's threat seriously.
Actually, he shouldn't.
Mo Xuan Fei had lost much of his strength and blood from the previous battle, it was impossible for him now to be able to kill Mo Qian Yuan.
