Buzz…
The air suddenly rippled, moving without wind.
"It's appeared, the No Night No Dawn Technique of the Meng Family."
"The Meng Family, reputed for deciding life and death with a word and obliterating life with a gesture. Mo Youu might have a hard time dealing with it."
The surroundings were abuzz with chatter.
Clang…
A sudden sword chant echoed in the air.
The sword chant was crisp and peerless.
As the sword's sound passed, the previously rippling air suddenly dispersed.
"Illusion Dao?" Mo Youu chuckled lightly, a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, putting everyone at ease.
Clang…
Another clang resounded.
Mo Youu's sword moved.
The sharp sword followed the sound, advancing relentlessly.
Just as the echoing sound dispelled the illusory sound, the sword edge rested before Meng Piaopiao's throat.
"Mr. Meng, you've lost," Mo Youu said softly.
"Hiss." Around them, the sound of sharp intakes of breath was incessant.
