บท 138: Descent of the King (3)

"Die!"

Twisting his body, Yan Zhongyuan lifted a sword and slashed towards Mo Shisan rapidly.

"How dare you send a Level 8 Martial Artist expert to battle a Level 7 Martial Artist expert from the Yan Family! That's despicable!"

"Tsk. Just a brat courting death. This time, the Yan Family will definitely not let them off!"

The crowd looked on coldly as Yan Zhongyuan launched his attacks.

Although it was shocking that Mo Shisan had defeated the middle-aged man from the Yan Family in an instant, the crowd saw Wang Xian's action of hiding Mo Shisan's true strength as the reason for his imminent downfall.

Despite seeing Yan Zhongyuan making his moves, Wang Xian did not say a word. Instead, he simply smiled and looked on.

"Those who dare to offend our King shall all die today!"

Mo Shisan looked at Yan Zhongyuan. Around him, devilish flames were rising. His fingers turned into a claw as he swung his arm.