Shockingly, the strike landed, but it was so weak that it was probably Mo Shaoqing just letting the man hit him instead of doing anything to stop it.
Mo Shaoqing's smiled widened as he turned around and caught hold of the piece of wood that had hit him. He looked down in amusement at Dai Xiaobo, who was slightly shorter in height, "You're really seeking your own death."
He easily pulled the sword out from Dai Xiaobo's grip and raised Shuang before holding it up against Dai Xiaobo's neck.
Dai Xiaobo smirked as he spat at the demon's face.
"..."
Fu Jie couldn't help but cringe at the sight as he asked in his mind: Brother, isn't that too disgusting?
Mo Shaoqing closed his eyes as his smile died down and when he opened his eyes once again, for the first time in today's fight, the killing hostility could be seen.
