Lord Axe swung out the giant axe from his back and stared coldly at Mo Wuji; he was waiting for Mo Wuji to beg for his life. When Mo Wuji was begging or finding an excuse, he would attack. This would send pleasure throughout his body; a glee that seemed to expel all the unhappiness inside him. Of course, no matter what flowery words Mo Wuji would say, he would treat it as dogs farts.
What was out of Lord Axe's expectation was, Mo Wuji did not even utter half a word of nonsense. His Tian Ji Pole formed boundless pole shadows, and he even formed dense numbers of lightning swords.
The moment Mo Wuji acted, the Tong brothers and Lou Chuanhe immediately attacked. The Tong brothers each raised a dark red fire dragon, sending the two dragons towards two of the experts surrounding them. Lou Chuanhe's sword qi swept towards that middle-aged man holding the abacus. Master Pu Zi and Jia Qi did not move, but each took one of Mo Wuji's side, staring at Lord Axe.
