In mid-air, Moya, who was turning to flee, suddenly felt an incredibly terrifying sword qi lock on to his figure, slashing towards him from behind.
Rage filled his eyes with horror.
He instinctively turned around to look.
Seeing the sword light falling behind him, Moya couldn't believe it and once again cried out in shock.
"Holy-level sword technique!"
"Damn it, you bastard, how could this little beast have cultivated so many holy-level techniques!"
Amidst the shock, Moya's eyes couldn't help but be filled with disbelief.
Coming to his senses, Moya panicked, spun around, and dodged the earth-shattering sword that was slashing down from behind.
The sword light almost grazed the hem of his clothes as it slashed towards the side.
With a loud boom, the ground of the entire courtyard trembled in an instant.
Ye Fei's sword missed its target, and as he watched Moya dodge, his eyes were like knives, filled with endless intent to kill.
"Thinking of escaping now?"
