Chu Qingyun retrieved the Thundercloud Sword.
He once again pointed his sword at Mu and shouted, "Mu, do you dare to come down and fight? Or are you going to keep sending your trash down here to die?"
Mu's eyes turned cold, and he quietly tightened his grip on his longsword.
"Chu Qingyun, as you wish."
"But you'd better be prepared to die!"
Mu let out a cold shout and leaped down from the top of the valley. He landed on the ground with a THUD, not moving an inch!
Seeing Mu take action personally, the Martial Soul Hall's Martial Spirits surrounding the valley all revealed excited expressions.
"Lord Mu is fighting himself! That kid is dead for sure!"
"How many moves do you think that kid can last against Lord Mu? I say ten moves, tops!"
"Ten moves? You're giving him too much credit. I bet he won't even last a single move!"
Hearing the chatter around them, Mu looked at Chu Qingyun with a smirk. "Chu Qingyun, did you hear them? You... how would you like to die?"
