Mo Yanhong thought to himself without speaking, he drew his longsword and thrust it towards Mu Cheng.
A Sixth-tier Swordsman, in a small place like Cangshan City, could still be considered impressive, but it hardly matched his reputation as a scion of the Capital's prominent families.
Under normal circumstances, Mu Cheng's real combat experience from fighting to the death with Exotic Beasts would have made defeating him a piece of cake, but now, battered and bruised, barely able to hold his sword, Mu Cheng was obviously no match.
With a flash of the sword's light, Mu Cheng's weakly raised longsword was struck and sent flying by Mo Yanhong. The next moment, the cold longsword pierced his shoulder again, at the exact same wound.
"How ruthless!" Seeing Mo Yanhong's merciless stab, everyone felt a bit of sympathy for Mu Cheng.
Mu Cheng trembled in pain, he couldn't even let out a moan, but he gritted his teeth and persisted without falling down.
