Teng Shanhai was confused.
He turned his head and stared at Mu Ling in astonishment. He thought,
"Stop talking!"
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?!"
As expected, after Mu Ling spoke, Gu Qinger, who was still hesitating whether to attack or escape, chose the former without any hesitation.
"Swords, raise!"
With a shout, the faded 129,600 golden swords on the Lone Cliff once again became solid.
"MOTHERF*CKER!" Teng Shanhai threw a heavy punch into the air. He was so angry that his liver started hurting.
He could neither roar at Mu Ling nor use words to calm the young swordsman down. After thinking for a while, he only had one way left...
"Stop!" With a roar, Teng Shanhai dashed away.
Mu Ling was already prepared. He subconsciously reached out his hand, and a black "Flame of Annihilation" lit up in his palm. He wanted to stop Teng Shanhai from "hurting people".