He was in a rush!
Really in a rush!
It was clear Dao Mo Shu Ya was truly in a rush!
That cursed cat, somehow infuriating Dao Mo Shu Ya, was sprinting ahead at full speed while Dao Mo Shu Ya chased right behind him, slashing with his sword as he ran.
Clang!
A sound like clashing metal rang out, and the cursed cat staggered from a sword strike, running even faster than before.
Not a scratch on him!
Just how terrifying was the power of Dao Mo Shu Ya's sword strike?
Even Yang Zhen's saintly body wouldn't dare try getting slashed by it. It wouldn't kill him, but it sure would hurt like hell.
And yet that cursed cat staggered away without any real damage.
And just how fast was Dao Mo Shu Ya?
Although he might not run faster than Yang Zhen, he was definitely faster than other practitioners. Still, he just couldn't catch up to that cursed cat.
Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched this bizarre scene, getting scared silly by the cursed cat.
"What the hell are you?"
