"Kill me?"
Mo Zixun sneered. "You really think the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword would protect its master?"
Even a Seven-Pattern or Eight-Pattern Divine Artifact could not possibly unleash an attack on its own.
"Believe it or not, but return the weapon to me at once!"
Mo Xiaoning said coldly.
"What if I refuse? This is a Five-pattern Divine Artifact. Perhaps that brat stole it from somewhere. It may be ill-gotten property that he has no right to possess!"
Mo Zixun sneered.
"Mo Zixun, Sister Mo Yue will return in a month. If you refuse, just wait and see how Sister Mo Yue deals with you!"
Mo Xiaoning said coldly.
She knew her strength was meager, and that she could not possibly take back the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword. She could only wait for Princess Mo Yue to return and uphold justice for her.
"So what if Princess Mo Yue returns?"
Mo Zixun sneered as he prepared to heft the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword onto his shoulder.
Suddenly, the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword trembled. Terrifying power burst forth, splitting open the web between his thumb and forefinger and drawing blood.
Then, the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword slashed down fiercely, severing Mo Zixun's arm outright.
"Ah!"
Mo Zixun screamed. He then saw the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword hovering above his head, releasing terrifying swordly might that pressed down on his body with astonishing force.
Whoosh!
The Great Desolation Sumeru Sword slashed toward Mo Zixun once more.
"No!"
Mo Zixun's expression changed wildly, his face filled with terror.
Yet just as the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword was about to strike Mo Zixun's head, stopping only three inches away, it suddenly halted.
Mo Zixun's forehead was drenched in sweat. Then he saw an old man gripping the Great Desolation Sumeru Sword.
"Elder Mo Hanzong!"