How Could There Be No Preparations?

The sharp sword in his hand gleamed with dazzling cold light as Mo Xuan unleashed his aura without restraint.

"Blood Clan Master, what impressive tactics—sending so many powerhouses just to deal with me."

"No more nonsense. Rest assured, I'll take care of you."

"Get him!"

At Xue Lengyan's command, a hundred Blood Clan powerhouses charged forward.

But Mo Xuan had no intention of fighting them to the death.

With a meaningful sneer, he stepped back hundreds of zhang.

Even at their fastest, the Blood Clan powerhouses couldn't catch him.

"Didn't you all want to kill me? Come on, then!"

Seeing him retreat into the distance, Xue Lengyan turned into a blur and gave chase.

But unbeknownst to her, she'd fallen into Mo Xuan's trap.

This was indeed Blood Clan territory, but how could Mo Xuan come unprepared?

The powerhouses he'd arranged were originally meant for Gu Lan.