Boom! The bluestone slab shattered!
Mo Liancheng swiftly retreated in that instant, stopping a hundred meters away, staring at the youth who appeared before him wielding a great sword.
The youth's age seemed similar to Mo Liancheng's, yet his gaze was strangely fierce, with an arrogance that looked down upon the world. He coldly fixed his eyes on Mo Liancheng, "Make your move. I'll let you have the first ten strikes. If you lose, leave everything on you behind and kneel before me."
"Master Jun Yu, I challenged him first." The robust young man walked closer, his frustration apparent that his opponent was being snatched away.
"Isn't it embarrassing enough?" The youth Jun Yu shouted.
A mid-Red Profound Rank martial artist was defeated in one move by a newcomer, and even Jun Yu couldn't discern how Mo Liancheng had struck.
Gradually, some people began to understand.
