Mo Wanchou was also filled with hatred. Xuan Zhen could neither win nor lose—why did he have to come here looking for trouble again? Couldn't he have gone anywhere else?
Now, after coming time and again, his image in everyone's eyes might not have completely collapsed, but compared to the godlike grandeur he had possessed at the beginning, it was worlds apart.
The two were now enemies meeting face-to-face, their eyes blazing with hatred, each carrying fury toward the other.
This situation naturally did not last long before the two once again began fighting fiercely.
Yang Chen, Ji Yue Shuang, and the others emerged unhurriedly to watch the battle.
Yang Chen had long since seen that Mo Wanchou could do nothing to Xuan Zhen. He had not intervened because he truly could not understand what Xuan Zhen's purpose was.
He was certain that Xuan Zhen had a purpose, but he could not determine what it was.
By now, many had already witnessed several battles between Mo Wanchou and Xuan Zhen, and had even anticipated the outcome.
Just as everyone expected, Xuan Zhen fled the place again after fighting only halfway through.
Seeing this, Mo Wanchou's eyes shifted. He had not dared to pursue deeply, but when he looked back and recalled the discussions in the city about how he had not dared to chase down his enemy before—
After all, if the grass was not pulled out by the roots, it would grow again when the spring breeze blew. The best way to settle this completely was still to kill Xuan Zhen directly.
Yet Mo Wanchou only dared to fight Xuan Zhen nearby and had not the slightest intention of pursuing him. This was something many people had long been dissatisfied with.
If you, Mo Wanchou, were truly so formidable,