"Hehe, I really admire your courage. Even now, you dare to speak so arrogantly?" Xiuhui drifted forward, her gaze coldly fixed on Lin Mo. "The three of us are here, and we have so many people. Do you truly not fear death?"
"Who lives and who dies is yet to be determined." Lin Mo's lips curled into a strange smile.
"You... courting death!"
Bai Cangzhu turned into a streak of shadow, leaving seven afterimages in the air, and in an instant reached Lin Mo. He drew the long blade from his waist and struck through the air, a cold black light flashing fiercely.
Clang!
At a critical moment, Lin Mo raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, blocking it in front of him.
The black light struck the Xuanyuan Sword, producing a metallic collision sound.
"Hmm?" Bai Cangzhu's pupils slightly contracted, clearly surprised. He had just unleashed his full power, expecting to kill Lin Mo in one blow, but unexpectedly, Lin Mo had blocked his attack.
