Indeed, this was Ye Luo's intention. The speed of the Sword Qi had slowed, but its threat grew ever greater, for it was shredding Zhuo Mu's clothes!
If Zhuo Mu had been stubbornly denying defeat at the beginning, now his heart was on the verge of collapse!
Large patches of skin, exposed before a stranger! And this man was also his interior enemy!
Such humiliation filled Zhuo Mu with rage while also mixing with shame!
Even more detestable, Ye Luo was standing to the side watching triumphantly!
The kind of fiery gaze man have, how could Zhuo Mu not understand it? At this moment, Zhuo Mu wished only for death! As for surrender? Things had reached this point, so Zhuo Mu couldn't possibly surrender.
Ye Luo's fingers kept twitching, for he was controlling the Qi Sword that was slicing the clothes at the front.
This was a technical task; too lightly, perhaps the clothes wouldn't even be harmed, too heavily, and it might not be only the clothes being cut.
