"Hehe, to exchange blows with the Pill Sect Saint Heir is indeed an honor for me, Xiao Feiyuan," Junior Brother Mo, please show mercy later..."
Despite his words, Xiao Feiyuan's gaze towards Mo Wangchen carried a clear hint of disdain.
Mo Wangchen sneered inwardly, too lazy for further words, "Make your move."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Xiao Feiyuan's eyes flashed coldly, and the next moment, he moved, darting to the side, leaving a trail of afterimages like ghostly apparitions.
"Such incredible speed!"
From the spectator stands, everyone was surprised by this scene, inwardly commenting that Xiao Feiyuan was indeed as formidable as they had imagined.
TssTss!
TssTss!
In just less than two breaths' time, Xiao Feiyuan had circled around Mo Wangchen, the numerous afterimages still lingering in place. In the next instant, these afterimages all struck out with their swords, sending out more than a dozen terrifying Sword Lights hurtling towards Mo Wangchen at the center.
