Seeing Lan Hong kill Hun Qing so easily, both Hun Miesheng and Old Man Hun Mo were greatly surprised. Although Hun Qing was only a One-star Dou Sheng, even they could not have killed him so effortlessly.
"Hun Miesheng, didn't you say he was only a Five-star Dou Sheng? His strength is clearly far greater than that."
"Hun Mo, this isn't the time to talk about that. We have to find a way to kill him now, or we'll definitely die here."
"Rather than thinking of a way to kill him, escaping this place seems more realistic. I don't want to lose my life because of you."
Before anything had even happened, Hun Miesheng and Hun Mo had already begun to disagree.
Lan Hong had no intention of giving them any chance. He struck again, sending another sword straight at Hun Miesheng.
Hun Miesheng hurriedly reacted, but he still lost an arm. He tried to open up space and flee, only to discover that the space had long since been sealed.
Hun Mo was no different. He wanted to escape, but found himself completely trapped with no way out. He deeply regretted believing Hun Miesheng's nonsense and wading into this mess.
"My lord, I am Hun Mo, an elder of the Hun Clan. Please give the Hun Clan some face. In the future..."
Before Hun Mo could finish speaking, another sword qi transformed into a roaming dragon and came at him.
Hun Mo defended with all his strength, yet was still severely injured in a single blow. Blood spilled from his mouth, and though he looked utterly dispirited, he still said fiercely, "The Hun Clan will not let you go."
"The Hun Clan? Then let them try. Next time, Hun Tiandi had better come personally, or the outcome will be