The next moment, the Seven Stars Altar disciple lying there soon met the same fate.
THUD. THUD.
This person wasn't as lucky as she had been; he was unconscious because his own Spell had backfired. Furthermore, Shen Mo, still resentful about his Blood-Imprinted Spell, kicked him without holding back. The kick sent him tumbling all the way down the mountain. Even if he didn't die, he would surely be heavily injured.
When the Profound Moon School disciple saw Senior Brother Cheng of the Seven Stars Altar in such a miserable state, the anger on her face vanished, replaced by relief. Lucky for me, I hadn't offended Shen Mo too severely; otherwise, my predicament wouldn't be any better!
After knocking down two competing disciples, Shen Mo showed no hint of pride. Neither of them was a key member of the Profound Moon School or Seven Stars Altar. Xiao Ling'er and Yang Chi were still ahead!
CREAK. CREAK.
