Behind Mo Shao You's fierce mask, a hint of anger seeped through.
His gaze fell upon one of the three young girls.
Younger than him, yet colder, her intense killing aura was in no way inferior to his.
The girl seemed to be using a short sword.
But short swords are still swords, sharing the same subtleties and brilliance with longswords.
"How audacious! Not making way upon seeing our Brother Mo and even daring to contest the path with him?"
At this moment, several martial artists burst forth from behind Mo Shao You, hurling abuse at Ling Xiao and his companions.
Mo Shao You did not stop them; he just stood there with his arms crossed, his lips curling up into a smug smile.
It was as if he were just there to enjoy the commotion.
"Leng Mei, how many blind fools have we encountered today?"
Ling Xiao asked indifferently.
"The fourth group."
Leng Mei answered.
"What about the other three groups?"
Ling Xiao asked again.
"They're all dead."
