"Alright, I'll release you immediately..."
But as he spoke, Chen Mo fiercely thrust his sword towards the chest of the man.
To him, his family was his reverse scale, untouchable. Now that Zhao Qianyi was hurt, there was no way Chen Mo would let him go so easily.
Yet in the next second, the scene of the sword piercing through the chest did not occur. A dazzling golden light surged from Long Jie's chest, forcing Chen Mo to shut his eyes, but his subconscious told him to grasp the jade scroll that had fallen from Long Jie's hand.
Sure enough.
When the golden light dissipated, Long Jie was already several yards away.
"You think you can kill me? It's... wishful thinking... when I get out of here... it will be your death day," Long Jie was engulfed in a golden light, uttering harsh words at Chen Mo, then attempted to take out the jade scroll and crush it to escape.
But suddenly he realized that his jade scroll had already been knocked away by Chen Mo.
