Liu Song was momentarily distracted by the earth dragon, but he soon realized something was wrong.
"How did you... no! You dare trick me!" Liu Song cursed loudly, his eyes bulging with rage.
Yet once he realized he had been deceived, the sight before him shocked him even more.
Veins stood out on Mo Chen's forearm as flames sprang from his palm, and he reached for Liu Song's neck.
A moment later, a sizzling sound came from Liu Song's neck.
Liu Song clutched his neck with both hands. His glaring eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to say something, but no sound came out.
Mo Chen hurriedly raised his hand and beckoned. The Black Gold Flying Sword he had just used for the feint flew back into his hand, and he drove it straight through Liu Song's chest.
All at once, Liu Song lost his strength and dropped from the air, slamming into the ground.
Only then, when they saw Liu Song lying motionless on the ground, did the others, who had been stunned for so long, seem to realize what had happened and hastily fly over.
A huge chunk of flesh was missing from Liu Song's neck, and the wound was so deep that his cervical vertebrae were plainly visible.
From the edge of the wound all the way to Liu Song's chin, the exposed flesh was completely charred. The sight made their hearts pound with horror, too gruesome to look at.
"This..."
A man beside Mo Chen was tongue-tied, unable to get a single word out for a long while.
"Fellow Daoist... how should we address you?" Another man nearby forced a smile and cupped his hands toward Mo Chen.
Mo Chen did not rush to answer. Instead, he glanced at the cultivators flying over one after another