Mo Han Shan had committed too many unforgivable crimes, and he had been blamed for the many deaths in the country. Among them, Meng Yuan could be said to be the biggest victim of these incidents, so Mo Han Shan's fate should be handed over to him.
Meng Yuan took the Soul Destruction Sword in Yun Yi's hand. With a hissing sound, a faint scarlet cold light flashed across Mo Han Shan's face. Meng Yuan held the ancient sword in his hand, the man and the sword merged into one, the white figure spun perfectly in the air, and then landed firmly on the spot he had just stood on
"Aaargh!" A tragic cry came from Mo Han Shan's mouth, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes tightly, blood gurgling out from between his fingers.
Meng Yuan's sword, like an electric light and flint, slid across Mo Han Shan's eyes!
