Seeing Mo Lin perform the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, Fu Qi not only didn't feel nervous, but even showed a smile.
A long-lost smile appeared on his calm face.
"Mo Lin, I truly envy you for obtaining such an opportunity," Fu Qi said to Mo Lin sincerely.
"The Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship is very powerful, but many people can wield it. Is it really something to envy?" Wei Ji felt that Qi Fu was exaggerating.
Is it really?
Jingming Daoism has tens of thousands of disciples, with at least a few thousand skilled in Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship... It's powerful, but not something to envy this much, is it?
"Hehe..."
Fu Qi sneered, "This Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship is not the usual kind."
Fu Qi just said so, not caring whether Wei Ji and the others understood.
"Go ahead, Mo Lin. It's worth dying by your hand," Fu Qi seemed ready to meet his end.
Right now, living isn't much different from being dead for Fu Qi.
