Wang Weijun and Li Chen dodged the saber energy.
The two of them turned their attention to Xiao Mo at the same time. Their eyes settled on the jade token at his waist, engraved with "Karma Blood Peak," and their brows furrowed.
"I was wondering which fool had a death wish. Turns out it's that bastard master's bastard disciple." Wang Weijun sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Do you even know who we are?"
Xiao Mo's expression didn't change. He merely sipped his tea and replied, "Xue Kui said I don't need to know who other people are. I just need to be able to beat them."
"What a bold claim!" Wang Weijun narrowed his eyes, a chill creeping into his voice.
Li Chen chuckled and cut in from the side. "Brother Wang, why waste so much breath on him? Just cut off all four of his limbs, turn him into a human pig, and toss him back to Karma Blood Peak. Let's see the look on Xue Kui's face!"
"Good! We'll do as Brother Li says!"
Before his words had even faded, Wang Weijun drew his sword and charged forward. At the same time, Li Chen lunged straight at Xiao Mo with his spear.
Xiao Mo drew the Spirit Gathering Blade in an instant, and a blood-red aura of saber energy coiled around him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he met their attack with a mighty slash.
Wang Weijun hurriedly raised his sword to block. Blade clashed against sword with a sharp ring.
The blow carried tremendous force, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger.
How could a little brat who looked barely over ten have so much strength?
In the next instant, the frenzied, surging Blood Fiend Qi came crashing toward him, as if it would swallow him