Yang Xiao stopped pursuing Mo Yan because his qinggong was not as good as Mo Yan's, which was a weakness Yang Xiao had.
"Since Brother Mo admits that I used the Shenming Mountain Sect's swordsmanship, that's enough. Do I have to catch Brother Mo's sword bare-handed for you to admit defeat?"
"Did I lose?"
Mo Yan's face turned red.
Yang Xiao's sword carried a heavy killing aura; however, his qinggong was inferior to Mo Yan's. Yang Xiao couldn't catch up with him, and if Yang Xiao didn't use other techniques, it would be extremely difficult to kill him.
On the side, Xue Mei suddenly spoke:
"Brother Mo, you really have a thick face. Brother Yang Xiao has only joined South Garden for twenty days, yet you couldn't even handle one of his moves and did nothing but run around. How can you not admit defeat? You are indeed embarrassing yourself."
Xiao Lan and others immediately burst into laughter, even the forty to fifty disciples under Mo Yan blushed.
Mo Yan became angry, "You?"
