"You're courting death," Mo Huasong seethed as he struck out; on the other side, Zeng Chunyu also attacked the cultivators in fury.
"Ahh ahh ahh." Although the cultivators' attacks landed on Mo Huasong's body, his longsword also fell upon them, causing them to collapse and die one after another.
Just then, a streak of black light shot towards Mo Huasong's back at lightning speed, catching him completely off guard.
In truth, Mo Huasong was careless, as the person behind him had not made a move until then, leading Mo Huasong to believe he was just like the other cultivators and not particularly formidable.
However, he had not expected this person to be so strong, only slightly less so than himself.
"Ah!" Mo Huasong screamed as the black light pierced through his back, penetrating straight through his heart.
"Hahaha, Mo Batian is finally dead, Fairy Lu, your scheme was truly brilliant," some of the cultivators who had not yet been killed shouted excitedly.
