However, she quickly stopped retreating and resolutely looked at Mo Yi: "Lord Mo Yi, if you block the way, then don't blame Alina for the offense."
"Hmph, just you?"
Mo Yi didn't take the little witch seriously at all. He didn't even draw his Tang Blade and struck at Alina's shoulder with his palm.
Meng Qianqian swiftly pulled Alina behind her.
Meng Lang, on the other hand, rushed forward in a step, punching towards Mo Yi's large palm.
As the fist and palm met, a terrifying inner strength exploded around the two of them.
This was Meng Lang's first time fighting against Mo Yi, whose sharp inner strength felt like thousands of silver needles piercing into his meridians.
From his arm to his shoulder, it was all densely packed pain.
The two separated instantly.
He retreated several steps, his forehead already dripping with cold sweat.
He clutched his left arm, gritted his teeth, and said, "This guy is much more formidable than Du Nu."
