Xu Ping'an was sent flying by the explosive force bursting from Mo Yun, a trace of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He watched as the power of Mo Yun in front of him kept swelling, his brow also inevitably furrowed.
"Burning Dao Principle? This Mo Yun really is decisive," Xu Ping'an thought in astonishment.
Burning Dao Principle meant that even if Mo Yun didn't die, he would never be able to step into the Tenth Rank again.
Furthermore, he would suffer from the backlash of the Dao Laws, his lifespan greatly reduced, his life hanging by a thread.
To burn the Dao Principle was to choose a path of certain death.
Clearly, everyone else was also aware of this and was incredibly surprised.
"Kid, you've forced me to this step; you truly are powerful, but today, even if I die, I will drag you down with me," Mo Yun said ferociously, his eyes filled with madness.
An unspeakably terrifying Ice Cold Power surged within him, converging into the war blade in his hand.
