"Let's talk then!"
Maurice Springs was fearless, and he leaped directly onto the boat.
The elder was dressed in black and appeared to be over seventy years old.
But anyone who underestimated him would pay the price.
"Who might you be?"
Maurice Springs gripped his sword with both hands and asked aloud.
Such a formidable aura could definitely not belong to an ordinary person.
"I am Mo Feng, the seventy-third successor of the Will Family,"
the elder said with a smile, cupping his hands.
"Mo Feng? I haven't heard of you."
Maurice Springs snorted coldly, looking at the giant crossbow at the stern, and laughed, "Elder, you're not just relying on these things, are you?"
Had he encountered such a crossbow earlier, he probably would have been in grave danger.
Poor LloydIII ended up being the scapegoat.
"Of course not! Such a thing can only be used once, the second time it loses its effect. How can you ambush someone with a crossbow when they've discovered it?"
