"Kill!"
Nie Long let out a thunderous roar, his face twisting in a grotesque manner, his pupils turning a bloody crimson.
He lifted his long blade and dashed forward with a whoosh.
This time, he held nothing back as he aimed the blade straight for Mo Han's chest.
Before the blade even arrived, a surging wave of blade energy assaulted them.
"It's killing intent!"
Tang Ying's face suddenly turned pale. He could tell that this was a killing intent built up from countless pools of blood!
If the killing intent alone was so terrifying, how could Mo Han possibly defend against a full strike?
Bai Yunhe and Tang Guowei were both startled by this killing intent, feeling somewhat disoriented. This momentum was not much less than that of Nie Kuangtu five years ago.
Zhou Xintong covered her mouth with both hands, her heart leaping into her throat.
The opponent was a renowned Grandmaster who also wielded a weapon, whereas Mo Han was unarmed. How could he fight?