Mo Ning felt traumatized ever since he had seen that the black blade wasn’t too far away from his body. His back was drenched in cold sweat as a result.
His arm would’ve been destroyed if the grey-robed old man hadn’t interrupted Shi Mu in order to defend him.
However, the fact was that Shi Mu wouldn’t have hit his shoulder with the edge of his blade if he had genuinely intended to kill him.
Mo Ning looked towards Shi Mu with resentment. He then struggled to get-up. After that, he put his watery-blue colored sword back into its sheath. He jumped down from the ring, and started to walk towards a distant place.
Shi Mu tied his meteoric hammer to his waist, and picked-up the black blade from the ground. He then nodded towards the grey-robed old man, and walked down the ring. He casually walked over beneath the black stone-tablet, and stood at Mo Ning’s place. He then sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes in order to take rest.