"Mo Hong, what are you doing?"
As this move was made, even before Hall Master Shi Yunjing could speak, Qian Yuhuan almost panicked to the point of losing his composure.
The holder of the Celestial Wanxiang Card, the most esteemed guest of the Wanxiang Sect. If he were to die here, Qian wouldn't have to worry about living either, as he would surely be minced into pieces by someone from headquarters.
A powerful force surged within him, and as he stepped out wanting to rush over and intercept, he saw a flash of saber glint. Mo Baiye blocked his way.
"Leader Qian, they are just dueling. Isn't it inappropriate for you to rush over like this?"
Qian Yuhuan's eyes narrowed. "Mo Baiye, are you trying to stop me?"
Mo Baiye shook his head. "Where would I get the nerve to stop you, Leader Qian? I just don't want the duel to be disturbed. Don't worry, Mo Hong knows his limits…"