Gu Dongfeng still wore a wary expression, but his tongue showed no mercy.
"Instead of hiding like cowards and running your mouths, why not come out and fight? Watch me squash you rats one by one."
As he spoke, Mo Chen quietly shifted his position by half a step.
For the other side to act so brazenly, there had to be at least five or six of them. When that man had used the Voice Transmission Technique earlier, he had concealed himself extremely well, revealing no fluctuations of spiritual power. Yet the flow of ambient spiritual energy on the left had changed ever so slightly.
Mo Chen had sensed a faint disturbance in the spiritual energy there before it resumed its normal flow.
That seemed to be where the ambusher had used the Voice Transmission Technique after concealing his form and suppressing his aura.
What a joke. He doesn't know the first thing about laying an ambush.
He'd already concealed his form and aura, then went and cast a spell.
Stupid beyond belief!
Doing that would produce faint fluctuations of spiritual power unless his mastery of the Breath-Concealing Art was exceptionally profound.
Mo Chen then relayed his discovery to Gu Dongfeng through voice transmission.
"Keep distracting them. I've located the loudmouth using voice transmission. Support me from the flank in a moment. I'll take one of them out first."
"All right."
Gu Dongfeng's reply was brief.
Just as the arrogant show-off on the other side was about to throw out a few more threats...
With a sudden thought from Mo Chen, a gleam flashed from the Storage Bag at his waist, and the Black Gold Flying Sword shot out. At the same time, he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, sacrificing some essence blood.
Mo Chen vanished from where