As Mo Hua expected, Zhang Quan was completely and utterly no match for Lu Chengyun.
Lu Chengyun's swordsmanship was profound and his moves were well-practiced.
Zhang Quan still used the same old tactics, relying on his own Corpse Transformation and exchanging moves with Lu Chengyun in a straightforward manner, only to be pierced into a honeycomb by Sword Qi, blood pouring out of him as he fell to the ground.
This lack of strategy and simplicity in tactics left Mo Hua sighing in amazement.
Mo Hua had thought that if Zhang Quan dared to confront Lu Chengyun head-on, he must have had some sort of trump card, but it turned out he was only driven by a spirit of rage and fearlessness.
And then he was really going to die...
Mo Hua watched, shaking his head.
If he were truly his ancestor, he would be so enraged that he'd flip the lid of his coffin.
Having secretly controlled the Iron Corpse to help him so much, yet this Zhang Quan still managed to disappoint completely!
