There's no need to play mind games in front of Su Mo.
Glancing over the two people, Su Mo suddenly smiled:
"What? When the moment comes, are you reluctant to die?
"In that case, let me send you on your way."
The two of them simultaneously had a drastic change of expression. Just now, they said killing us would dirty your hands, and now you're doing it yourself?
Instead, they saw Su Mo sitting serenely, merely raising his hand, and a faint Dragon Roar resounded as a giant purple handprint emerged from his palm.
In a flash, it was already in front of them.
The two exchanged glances, unable to care about anything else. The handprint hadn't touched them, but they already felt intense, searing heat.
The burning sensation on their skin was producing a faint charred aroma. If it hit them, how could they bear it?
Without thinking, they each drew a saber.
Blades in the palm, one slashed horizontally, the other chopped vertically.
