"Despicable! Can't you see he's already lost control and gone demonized? How can you still have the nerve to strike?"
"You claim to be from a noble family. Don't you have any dignity as a swordsman?" Even though they feared the Mo Family's influence, the onlookers couldn't help but loudly denounce the action.
A swordsman has their dignity and honor, and to kick someone while they are down is the disgrace of all swordsmen.
"It's none of your damn business." Mo Yanhong was now seeing red in the face of his enemy and only wanted to crush Han Yan underfoot, torture and humiliate him to his heart's content, not caring for a swordsman's dignity.
Approaching Han Yan, Mo Yanhong raised his hand to deliver a crushing palm strike.
"Don't!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were on the verge of breaking as they both roared, desperate to fight back, but gravely injured as they were, they couldn't even stand.
