"Junior Sister Yunmei, aren't we there yet?"
The three flew onward, quickly covering more than three thousand li.
Mo Hong could not help asking.
Li Yunmei said, "Almost."
Boom!
All at once, Late-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation spread through the air. Li Qingyuan's Bloody Hand Butcher persona appeared—broad and brawny, his face fierce, Killing Intent rolling off his body. Standing atop a Black Coffin, he sneered. "Hahaha, people from Three Joys Immortal City."
"You disciples of Three Joys Immortal Palace—I'll kill every one I see."
Li Yunmei's pretty face changed. "Corpse Puppet Sect?"
"We bear no grudge against you. What do you mean by this?"
"No grudge?" Li Qingyuan snorted, hatred rising in his eyes. "This scar on my face was a gift from Zhao Tongxuan of your Three Joys Immortal City."
Mo Hong suddenly understood. "So you're Senior Brother Zhao's defeated subordinate."
He smiled disdainfully. "Trash like you isn't worth mentioning. If I, Mo Hong, wanted to kill you, it would only take a few exchanges. The only reason you've lived until today is because Senior Brother Zhao showed mercy."
"Arrogant!" Li Qingyuan was furious. His Late-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation erupted as a Second-grade High-rank Cloud Mist Sword flew forth, while a Second-grade High-rank Black Coffin came crashing down to suppress him.
Mo Hong was not afraid at all. He met the enemy head-on and said calmly, "Two junior sisters, support me from the sidelines and watch how your senior brother kills—"
"Ah!" Mo Hong's divine sense suddenly stabbed with pain. The commands from his brain short-circuited; distracting thoughts surged, desires erupted, and all seven emotions and six desires rose within his heart. Once his inner demon emerged, he suffered qi deviation, and his magic power fell into chaos.
With a clang, the Cloud Mist Sword knocked aside Mo Hong's