Mo Lihong's Death! War Was About to Erupt, and Lu Ya Took Advantage of the Chaos to Kill Jiang Shang!

Boom!

The moment the two sides clashed.

The Mixed Iron Staff collided with the horse-chopping saber, unleashing a deafening roar.

Muzha swung his staff down, only for Mo Lihong to send him flying with a slash. Shock inevitably appeared on his face.

He clearly had not expected the ugly Mo Lihong to possess even greater strength than him.

"Heh, what's wrong? Little brat, you've probably never fought a proper battle in your life, have you? This official has weathered countless campaigns. What sort of people haven't I seen?"

Mo Lihong sneered. "I've seen plenty of people like you."

"You look down on others and think you're something special. If you truly had any ability, you wouldn't have amounted to nothing more than a minor general in West Qi."

"Tell me, are we competing in martial skill or spellcraft?"

"Your grandpa can play either game with you!!"

"Seeking death!"

Muzha flew into a rage, gripping the Mixed Iron Staff and smashing it down. "What the hell are you? How dare you put on airs before me? Watch me beat you to death today!!"

His staff technique was heavy and fierce, broad and powerful.

It was as though it could split mountains and shatter the earth at any moment.

Yet before a battle-hardened man like Mo Lihong, it was not enough!

Mo Lihong burst into laughter.

He did not take Muzha seriously at all, teasing him as he fought.

His saber technique was exquisite, his strength boundless, and both his speed and eyesight far surpassed Muzha's. After barely a hundred exchanges.

Muzha was already covered in wounds.

Blood had stained his robes red.

Muzha was furious beyond measure, howling as he fought Mo Lihong.

Looking as though he wanted to kill Mo Lihong!

But unfortunately, no matter what he did, he could