"Fine, fine, I'll show you what a real supreme sword is," Mo Yanhong hadn't used his full strength just now, afraid of accidentally destroying Tributor Qiu's sword. Spurred by Han Yan's provocation, he stopped overthinking and simply leaped in front of Mu Hanyan, channeling his Qi into both hands and slashing forward with two swords.
"Calm down, Young Master, my sword, my sword!" Tributor Qiu certainly didn't believe his so-called Divine Sword could compare to the one forged by Master Xuanyuan, and in alarm, he rushed to intervene.
Unfortunately, Mo Yanhong's movements were too quick, and it was already too late for any intervention.
"Clang"— a light sound rang out, a flash of silver, and a longsword was severed at the waist.
"See that? See what a real supreme sword looks like? Han Yan, how dare you doubt Master Xuanyuan, such ignorance truly knows no fear," Mo Yanhong looked down at Han Yan from his superior position with an air of scorn.
