"Stop?"
The cold smirk at the corner of Chu Mo's lips grew even more pronounced.
At the same time, he stomped with one foot and a long saber landed in his hand.
"This saber is quite good!"
Suddenly, Chu Mo chuckled, flicking the blade with his fingertip, and it emitted a soft hum.
The next moment, his smile abruptly vanished.
It was at that instant when everyone's gaze captured a glint of cold light reflecting from his gaze.
Swish!
Almost simultaneously, the long saber in Chu Mo's hand, like a feather cutting through space, with lightning speed.
It traced a shocking, eerie, terrifying, blood-curdling, and vicious path through the air.
Just then—
Puchi!
Puchi!
Puchi!
The sounds of blood splattering continuously rose, and the remaining ten-plus people almost all fell to the ground, their pupils filled with immense fear and unwillingness.
"Uh..."
"Uh..."