The enormous black axe descended upon Su Xihua's head with earth-shattering force.
The impact threatened to cleave Su Xihua's head in two, spilling its gruesome contents for all to see.
Spectators recoiled and even shut their eyes, with the more timid individuals raising their hands to shield their faces.
In the blink of an eye, Su Xihua staggered back several steps, hastily retrieving defensive spiritual tools from his inner realm and hastily donning them.
Su Xihua believed it was impossible for him to withstand the axe's colossal might.
"Ah Hua!" Mo Xikang's dilated pupils contracted as he cried out in alarm. He swayed forward, ready to intervene, but Crown Prince Mo extended an arm to halt him.
"Brother Zheng Prince, it's best not to act hastily," Mo Lian remarked coolly. "If you're in the mood for a confrontation, I'd be happy to spar with you."
In other words, he would never permit Zheng Prince to meddle in this matter.
