Ever since Chen Mo had severed the short sword in Fan Huihai's hand, Fan Huihai had realized that his opponent's short sword was truly incomparably sharp!
But what puzzled him was that everyone's short swords were standard-issue, identical even in their patterns, with no difference in the markings on their hilts. So why had his short sword been cut apart so easily?
Ever since he had gotten this short sword, he had treasured it dearly and kept it by his side for more than a decade! Yet today, it had been directly cut in two. It truly pained him beyond measure!
But he had no time to think. Seeing Chen Mo's short sword attack again, he could only use all his strength to dodge! If not for that sharp short sword, he would not have been in such a miserable state!
He struggled to dodge the blade, only for Chen Mo's left fist to slam into his chest. A sharp pain instantly surged through him, and before he could react, the short sword was already at his throat!
When the short sword stopped at his throat, Fan Huihai's face had already turned black! He truly had not expected that after coming to the Li Family as a mediator, he would be defeated by a young man!
"Humph!" Fan Huihai said nothing more and turned to leave!
He no longer cared about the short sword at his throat or any of Chen Mo's other actions! He did not believe Chen Mo would truly make a move to kill him; even injuring him was impossible!
So he turned and left, the back door wide open. To hell with it.
Fan Huihai's actions truly left Chen Mo with no way to deal with the old man for the moment!
If a Xiantian Master