His worthless son had suddenly displayed terrifying might, suppressing Juli Lu, one of the Four Dharma Kings. Mo Luo had a hundred mouths and still could not explain himself. Mo Luo only knew that he and Mo She had been set up, with an oriole lurking in the shadows, waiting to reap the gains.
Looking at the current situation, where both sides had been wounded, Mo Luo was terrified. As he fended off Mo She, who was preparing to fight to the death, he hurriedly said, "Brother Mo She, that wretch truly is not my son. You know perfectly well what my son is like—nothing but trash."
"Yes, in your eyes, Mo She is nothing but trash, and deserves to be plotted against by you."
Mo She's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "You plotted against me. I was inferior in skill and lost—there is nothing to say about that. But do not gloat too soon. Once I take you down, I will return every word of this humiliation in full."
It was over. This shit bucket could not be shaken off.
Mo Luo was both anxious and furious. Forcibly suppressing his rage, he reined in his wild assault and switched to full defense. "Brother Mo She, I will say it again: he is not my son, Mo Chang. You and I have been set up. If we slaughter each other now, outsiders will only pick up the advantage. Stop at once—do not keep fighting."
"Hahahaha! You still dare to humiliate me!"
Mo She's body shook. Every acupoint across his body opened, and the starry mist upon his black robes transformed into a great demon of Gang Qi. His hands pushed apart the heavy, dark demonic qi. "Today, either you die or I perish. Come and fight if you dare—do