Mo Xun landed.
He raised a hand, and a black spear appeared in it. Holding it aloft, he said:
"This is a Demonic Weapon!"
"If I drive it into the ground, no plants will grow for twelve years!"
"If I throw it into the sky, it won't rain anywhere for twelve years!"
"If I drive it into a mountain, that mountain will split in two!"
"If you still don't come out, I'll throw it at you!"
Chu Yunyi remained completely calm.
Earlier, when Mo Xun hadn't said a word, he'd been nervous.
But now that Mo Xun had started talking—and had said so much all at once—Chu Yunyi wasn't nervous anymore!
"Oh, getting desperate, are you?"
Chu Yunyi didn't care in the slightest. He kept forging the blade in his hands. Its bright gray body had already taken shape.
All it needed was a handle that was easy to grip.
Whoosh!
Mo Xun hurled the black spear. At the sight of it, Chu Yunyi actually panicked for a moment.
But.
The closer the spear flew to the tree, the slower and weaker it became. By the time it reached Chu Yunyi—
It had gone limp and powerless, not even as dangerous as a foot scraper.
Chu Yunyi simply shifted aside and easily dodged Mo Xun's attack.
"Pathetic."
"If you've got any tricks, use them already."
"Otherwise, I'll have this blade forged in no time."
At those words, Mo Xun's face immediately turned cold. He spoke gravely:
"Think of your family."
"If you don't come out, I'll kill every last one of your loved ones."
Hearing that,
Chu Yunyi was speechless. He simply said:
"Buddy, are you an idiot?"
"You're threatening an orphan with his family?"
At that,
Mo Xun froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.
And just