"A Holy Son indeed! It seems I have underestimated you!"
The Master of the Black Lotus's sinister gaze continued to study Mo Chen, surprised that he could dispel his dark aura. He had initially underestimated him, but now he was giving this Holy Son his full attention.
With a wave of his hand, a wall of black mist surged toward Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu. But in an instant, his figure flashed, his black robe fluttered, and his eyes filled with killing intent fixed on Mo Chen as he reached out at lightning speed toward Mo Chen's throat.
Mo Chen retreated as soon as he saw the attack coming, but his opponent was too fast for him. As the hand was about to reach his throat, the killing intent was overwhelming, Mo Chen quickly drew his sword and counterattacked.
