Fu Qian's brow slightly arched; she had heard of Mo Lin's deeds.
Mo Lin had slain Two Buddhas, a ghost, and a spirit at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain; who wasn't aware of this?
Similarly, Mo Lin's severe injuries at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain were also well-known.
If it was during his peak, it would have been fine.
But now, Mo Lin is severely injured; can he defeat Hong Fan and the others?
"Mo Lin, take Fu Qian and leave, and I'll let bygones be bygones for today," Hong Fan said slowly to Mo Lin.
As long as today passes, Hong Fan will seek out Yin Qi.
To unite with Yin Qi to take revenge on Mo Lin.
He was not one to suffer losses.
Fu Qian hesitated for a moment, then said to Mo Lin, "How about we leave?"
She was worried that Mo Lin couldn't compete with Hong Fan, she said softly.
"There's no need."
As the words fell, Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, and the Cyan Cloud Sword traced an arc in the air, landing in Mo Lin's palm.
Mo Lin swung his sword at the crowd.
