Mo Ying's type of Martial Artist relies on one thing above all else: keeping cool!
Too bad he couldn't withstand a few provoking words from Ling Xiao before turning into a mad dog.
He made a move once and got beaten into a completely embarrassed mess by Ling Xiao, so no wonder Mo Ying went crazy.
After all, in his mind, he was far stronger than Ling Xiao.
Before Ling Xiao came back, he had sworn confidently that he hoped Ling Xiao could live long enough to be defeated by him.
Back then he'd been full of confidence, looking every inch the expert.
Reality smacked him right in the face; if he didn't go insane, that'd actually be strange.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!
Mo Ying's eyes were blood-red from sheer fury!
Let me show you my strongest Ultimate Skill.
Immortal Rank Two Heavenly Martial Technique—Seventy-two Forms Shadow Killing Sword!"
As Mo Ying's attack began, the two daggers in his hands became as swift and frenzied as wind and lightning.
