"Not good! It's the Fei Ma Ta Yan technique!"
As Mo Xuangu was struck with horror, Ye Fan had already placed his hands on Mo Xuangu's wrists. The horse-shaped momentum had reached its peak, and with a leap, his body soared like an enraged horse transforming into a dragon, his legs kicking three times in rapid succession like a swallow skimming across water, aiming fiercely and exceptionally at Mo Xuangu's chest, throat bone, and face.
"The combined killing technique, Fei Ma Ta Yan!"
Below the stage, an experienced ancient martial arts master stood up in shock, shouting out loud as if he had seen Mo Xuangu meet his untimely death.
The experts from the Mo family were filled with sorrow and anger, their eyes wide open as they shouted, "Show mercy!"
However, it was already too late.
