It was said in a flat tone.
Yet the words were filled with killing intent.
At this moment.
The old man's calm eyes revealed his contempt for Southern Border and his disdain for the so-called three great families.
"You have no right to talk about the Prayer Association!"
"You..." Mo Senxiao had not even had time to speak.
Suddenly.
A pale full moon rose behind Wei Fan.
An icy, bone-chilling aura swept toward Mo Senxiao like a gale, almost freezing his entire body from the inside out, from his Physical Body to his soul!
Immediately afterward.
A two-foot-long short blade, its edge transparent as ice, slashed viciously forward!
Fast! Precise! Merciless!
It gave Mo Senxiao no chance at all!
At the same time.
Yang Kui moved as well.
The Hemp Rope in his hand seemed to come alive as a long serpent, shooting toward Mo Manyun.
Along the way.
All the leaves on the trees withered and fell.
The flowers and grass on the ground turned black, rotted, and became a mass of sludge.
Some terrifying curse existed within this rope. The moment it touched a person, it could turn them into a skeleton in an instant!
That was not all.
Yang Kui's body also began to change.
His flesh and skin started to shrink, while his bones became grotesque and protruding.
His originally somewhat honest-looking face twisted into the contorted appearance of a severe mental patient.
"Heh heh..."
"Heh heh heh..."
A hair-raising laugh came from his mouth.
"I told you, these outsiders simply can't reason. Talking with them is just a waste of time," Mo Manyun said coldly.
She seemed unsurprised by the situation.
"Ah."
Mo Senxiao sighed.
It sounded somewhat regretful and unwilling, as if he lamented that the crisis could not be resolved peacefully.
However.
After