Mo Changkun heard Li Beichen coming after him. He glanced back and got a clear look at Li Beichen's face.
His eyes instantly blazed with fury.
"So it was you!!!"
"An Eighth Rank martial artist without your hidden weapons, and you still dare to chase me?"
"Do you really think that just because I'm injured, you can take me down?!!"
Mo Changkun realized Li Beichen was alone and tucked the internal energy manual into his clothes.
Clutching his wound with one hand, he raised his fist with the other. He stopped fleeing, wheeled around, and charged at Li Beichen.
Mo Changkun was confident that even with only one hand, he could beat Li Beichen to death.
In the blink of an eye, they clashed.
Li Beichen unleashed his Bright Force, every move aimed at Mo Changkun's wounded neck.
"Argh!!!"
Mo Changkun roared like a madman.
He tried to strike back.
But he had no choice but to defend.
All he could do was protect his neck as best he could.
Yet after only two punches, Mo Changkun's eyes cleared.
Li Beichen's strength was astonishing, far beyond anything he had imagined.
If he hadn't been injured and were in peak condition, he could have matched that strength head-on.
But now, he had only one arm, and he was gravely wounded.
One punch, then another.
Under Mo Changkun's horrified gaze, Li Beichen smashed through his guard.
Then he drove a punch into the hilt of the Meteorite Iron Small Sword still lodged in Mo Changkun's neck.
Crack!
The Meteorite Iron Small Sword sank completely into Mo Changkun's neck. One end even pushed the skin on the far side into a sharp point.
It had also shattered his cervical vertebrae.
The light in Mo Changkun's eyes quickly faded.
Only the look of terror