Like a graceful young noble of the mortal world.
But for some reason, as Su Mo spoke word by word, Pei Jingyuan's heart sank deeper with each sentence.
An increasingly ominous feeling crept in.
Suddenly, he shouted angrily:
"This person must be a prominent figure of the Imperial Dao.
"Today's events, once heard by you, leave no path of survival.
"Only by capturing this person is there a slim chance for survival.
"Everyone, advance together and fight for a way out!!!"
With that, he swept a hand, his five fingers like shuttles, enveloped in Gang Qi, aimed directly at Su Mo's chest.
"No!!!"
Qu Hongzhuang cried out in alarm.
It made Pei Jingyuan hesitate for a moment.
Could it be that this person only excels in Qinggong but is mediocre in martial arts?
Otherwise, why such a strong reaction?
He had not intended to kill Su Mo, only to test him with a few moves and see how the group behind would act.
There was no need to think much about it.
