The moment those hands came down on their shoulders, the faces of the two fiends, Xue Ren and Gu Chao, changed in unison. Their hearts filled with terror.
They felt as if a towering mountain had pinned them down, leaving them unable to move.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave."
The speaker was naturally Shen Mo, who had hurried all the way here, battered by wind and dust.
He had arrived late, but he had still witnessed the two fiends' arrogant posturing.
He wouldn't allow them to swagger around and then simply run off.
"Let go of me!"
Pinned firmly in place by Shen Mo's one hand, Xue Ren glared furiously, raised the Coiling Dragon Staff, and lunged at him.
Shen Mo neither dodged nor backed away. He simply reached out and caught the mighty blow in his palm, then flicked a finger.
"Clang!"
Terrifying force erupted like the waters of the Yellow River bursting through a dam, surging beyond control.
Xue Ren's tiger's mouth went numb with pain. He could no longer hold on to his staff, and Shen Mo snatched it away.
"You've got too short a temper."
Holding the Coiling Dragon Staff in one hand, Shen Mo gave it a little squeeze, then thrust it forward.
"Pfft!"
The staff slammed straight into Xue Ren's chest, sending him flying backward.
Blood sprayed across the sky.
Silence!
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
Where had this expert come from?
He had casually struck an Innate Grandmaster hard enough to make him spit blood!
"Cough, cough."
Struggling, Xue Ren pushed himself up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared warily at Shen Mo. "Who exactly are you?"
He had shattered Xue Ren's attack with a single blow and left him gravely wounded.
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