Bab 2887: Kicked Off The Stage

They stared with shock at the scene in front of them. 

The vital energy blade flew out of Xuanyuan Mo Ze's hand and hit the Venerable on the cheek. The blade cut his face deeply, and the blood splattered out, making his face look somewhat hideously diabolic.

As if he didn't believe it, the Venerable stopped and raised his hand to touch his injured skin. The pain on his cheek and the blood on his hands filled his heart with the desire to kill.

"Xuanyuan Mo Ze! I'd like to see how terribly you die!"

His voice came out in a gloomy tone. Killing intent gushed from his body, manifesting itself through his voice, eyes, and movements.

A bright, sharp blade appeared in his hand. He shifted his hold, clenched his teeth, and shifted his pace before launching an assault. The blade held in a reverse grip in his hand cast many knife shadows in an instant. His speed also accelerated as the attack carried a fierce battle intent.