"Hmph."
Moyu snorted coldly.
"I indeed shouldn't mention your father, shouldn't bring him up in front of you, because you, no, are unworthy!"
As soon as Moyu finished speaking, Zuo Yan suddenly charged at him, full of murderous intent.
Moyu sidestepped Zuo Yan's attack, but the stone pillar behind Moyu was directly shattered.
The two engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, evenly matched and relentless.
Zuo Yan's strikes were ruthless and deadly, eager to put Moyu to death.
In the grand hall, the two equally skilled fighters showed no superior, causing havoc instead.
"Enough, you two stop quickly, the Lord is about to return, what will it look like if he sees you fighting in the hall?" Qin Ming interjected to stop them.
The Thirteen Banners were watching the show on the side, indifferent.
On the contrary, they even hoped Moyu would teach Zuo Yan a lesson.
