Mo Zhiyun charged straight toward Ming Yi with such speed that onlookers were left dumbfounded.
As a half-step Battle King, Mo Zhiyun's strength naturally wasn't weak.
He quickly arrived in front of Ming Yi, his sword already unsheathed from his waist.
Ming Yi glanced at him with disdain and said, "A mere half-step Battle King dares to stand before me and even has the audacity to declare a battle with me?"
Mo Zhiyun's expression subtly changed, just by approaching Ming Yi, he could feel a terrifying aura.
This aura made him feel like he was trapped in a quagmire, even his movements had become slower.
Just from a single encounter, Mo Zhiyun knew he was no match for the person in front of him.
But his goal wasn't to defeat Ming Yi; as long as he could retreat in one piece after crossing hands with Ming Yi, he would have succeeded.
In order to gain a good reputation in the Eastern Sea, Mo Zhiyun was going all out.
"Please enlighten me!"