Right before the golden sword reached infinitely close to Mo Anna's head that is, the blade was already touching her hair, a voice entered everyone's ear.
"ENOUGH!"
Along with the voice, came a young man flying with his left leg aimed towards Mo Suo's face.
That heroic young man was none other than Zhao Luo, who found it hard to control himself when the woman he loved, was extremely close to dying.
"Bang!"
Zhao Luo's foot landed squarely on Mo Suo's face.
Mo Suo was sent flying outside the stage along with his golden sword.
The reaction was indeed as Zhao Luo had predicted.
'I used Half Walk to close the gap. His jaw should pretty much be done by now.'
Zhao Luo thought while looking at Mo Suo who had just fallen outside the stage.
Zhao Luo knew that this attack of his may be considered, a cheap shot, by others but he didn't care about that at all.
