章 607: Pick it up

*Shhhiiing!"

Wu Long's saber pushed the Blood Demon aside with ease, as the high-pitched sound of metal on metal rang out, an open hand stretching toward the neck of the Transcendent.

"Dream on!", Linghun Mo shouted with indignation at the humiliating gesture, but his saber was flung to the side too hard, and he had to retreat instead of blocking or cutting away at that hand.

His feet made two tracks on the ground amid the rubble of the tower, as he looked at Wu Long, only to realize that the latter did not even move from the spot, calmly and slowly lowering the hand that was slightly stretched out as his other held the saber in a natural reclining position by his side.

"...! You-...!", Linghun Mo's eyes filled with utter humiliation and fury as his previous lighthearted attitude completely disappeared.