A burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out from outside the dense yin mist, seemingly from the spot where the handsome young man had originally been standing. As the voice sounded, a figure once again appeared there.
Mo Ze stood still with his hands clasped behind his back, as though he had never moved at all.
Within the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist, a huge black net had already covered Qin Fengming's motionless body.
Just as Mo Ze's wild laughter reverberated, the silent net rapidly contracted. An extremely strange aura spread through it.
But as soon as Mo Ze's laughter faded, his previously relaxed expression suddenly changed dramatically.
"Trying to capture and kill your young master so easily? You're still not capable of that." A faint voice followed close behind Mo Ze's laughter, suddenly ringing out of thin air not far from where his body had appeared.
As the voice arose, a soft scoff suddenly rang out as well.
A strange sonic energy abruptly invaded Mo Ze's mind. At the same time, a slender azure sword suddenly flashed into existence. A thread of extremely fine green silk was attached to the azure sword.
As the long sword flew at high speed, it did not reveal the slightest soul energy.
The instant Mo Ze sensed a faint fluctuation of energy appear not far beside him, his expression had already changed drastically. As the sonic wave entered his ears, a momentary daze appeared in his terrified expression.
"Pfft!" The sound of flesh being pierced rang out, and the three-foot-long, slender azure blade stabbed into the left ribs of the handsome young man, whose face showed a dazed expression.
The slender sword was razor-sharp and unstoppable, piercing straight through. With a flash of its edge, it returned to the front of Qin Fengming, who