"I am Mo Yun of the Human Race."
After saying that, Mo Yun showed no mercy, driving a fist into Rakshasa's abdomen. Rakshasa's expression changed slightly as his entire body was sent crashing into the boundless seawater.
Only at this moment did Rakshasa finally understand why Mo Yun had insisted on beating him up even after learning his identity.
The Human Race and the Asura Clan had a blood feud as deep as the sea. He could not help but feel foolish over what he had just done.
Why had he announced his identity for no reason? If he had not revealed who he was, he probably would not have suffered this beating, right?
"Get out. Trying to run under the very eyes of me, Mo Yun? You don't have that ability."
Seeing that the sea surface remained utterly still, Mo Yun crossed his arms and sneered. Beneath the water, Rakshasa could only emerge from the depths with a helpless look on his face, coming to the surface to face Mo Yun.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yun, you and I are both geniuses of the same level. If we truly go all out, neither of us will come away unscathed. How about this? Each of us takes a step back and pretends we never met. What do you say?"
Rakshasa spread his hands, looking at Mo Yun expectantly.
He did not want to fight. He did not want all this killing and battling. He only wanted to lie low—keep lying low forever.
Fighting and killing were things children did. Staying alive was the only victory. As long as one lived, that was victory.
"Oh? I truly don't know how someone like you managed to make it in here. If you had encountered someone else, they might actually have agreed to your