Having felled Wang Huo, Hall Master of the Fire Separation Hall, in a single blow, Mengg Shan was far from finished. A savage grin spread across his face as he strode menacingly closer.
He raised the Golden Mace high, bringing it crashing down toward the defenseless Wang Huo.
"Don't!"
"Stop!"
"…"
Everyone in the hall paled.
Without a moment's hesitation, Xiaoo Meng, Hall Master of the Mountain-Shattering Hall, flicked her finger. A flash of green sword light shot out like lightning, slashing viciously toward Mengg Shan's neck.
"CLANG…"
Her sword seemed to strike a man cast from refined iron, a shower of sparks erupting at the point of contact.
The Flying Sword recoiled.
The force of the blow made Mengg Shan stagger, and his swinging Double Mace missed its mark, slamming into the ground beside Wang Huo.
"CRASH!"
The ground trembled.
Wang Huo spat out another mouthful of blood.
