Mo Huasong, of course, didn't hesitate—he had to kill the sixth brother; there was no reason for him to remain alive.
"Whoosh." Mo Huasong flicked his finger and a blast of Qi Blade shot out directly, bursting the sixth brother's head.
Lu Kecheng nodded, "You are Mo Huasong, right? When I make my move, I will give it my all, so take care of yourself."
"Alright, come on," Mo Huasong nodded, standing in place.
"Aren't you going to use your weapon?" Lu Kecheng looked at Mo Huasong curiously. "You have the 'Little Black Knife' forged by the Grandmaster Batian in your hand, reputed to be very sharp."
Shaking his head, Mo Huasong said, "No need, the Black Sword on your back is already a spiritual artifact, the Little Black Knife can't handle it."
Even if his forging skills were formidable, it would be impossible to refine a common iron chunk into a weapon more formidable than a spiritual artifact.
