The sharp, cold glint of Mo Yuan flashed across Huyan Rong's vision. Sensing the impending crisis, he roared and slammed his palms together like great fans.
BANG!
He actually managed to catch Mo Yuan, clamping it between his palms.
But Su Yu just gave a cold snort. An astonishing amount of Evil Qi flared to life on the blade, burning like fire, and instantly seared Huyan Rong, who let out a pained scream.
After all, Su Yu's Demon Ape Evil Qi didn't just enhance his attack power; it could also sear the very spirit.
For Huyan Rong to be so reckless as to confront Mo Yuan with his bare hands—he was simply courting death.
Then again, considering the sheer savagery in his eyes, it wasn't surprising.
"Demon Ape Heaven-Cleaver!"
Su Yu gripped the hilt with both hands and abruptly unleashed his power, pouring all the surging Qi and Blood in his body into the blade without reservation.
