"Does it hurt a lot? Beg me, maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go." Mo Yanhong's foot turned several times on Mu Cheng's shoulder as he continued to sneer.
"Mo Yanhong, what skills do you have if you bully the few with the many? Have a duel with me if you dare." Despite the excruciating pain, Mu Cheng refused to beg for mercy, glaring at Mo Yanhong.
Seeing Mu Cheng remain so defiant without begging for mercy and even challenging him, Mo Yanhong felt very humiliated.
"What, you don't dare to take my challenge, even when I am injured like this? Coward!" Mu Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed loudly.
Not far away, Wu Qiuyun struggled to open his eyes, looking at the stubborn-faced Mu Cheng with endless feelings. For the current Mu Cheng, who had no strength left to challenge anyone, not to mention Mo Yanhong, even a child could easily kill him with a sword.
He knew that Mu Cheng was provoking Mo Yanhong only to divert his attention and buy some time for Mu Hanyan.
