His complexion ashen, Zhang Xuan felt nauseous.
If a beautiful woman had shouted like that, he would have enjoyed it, but facing a man nearly two meters tall, burly with a bushy chest, and looking like Lu Zhishen...
He felt like dying, alright?
"Can't use this next time..." Zhang Xuan wanted to cry.
Damn it, if he had known it would be like this, he would've burned the New World and killed him outright, so he wouldn't have to suffer such humiliation.
"Die!"
Despite feeling disgusted, he knew this was the best chance to kill his opponent, so he immediately withdrew the Fox Charm Destiny, and his sword flashed coldly.
Puch!
Freed from the influence of Fox Charm Destiny, Mo Baiye quickly tried to dodge but was too late and was stabbed in the left arm. Blood flowed, spilling on the ground.
"What is this demon art?"
Retreating hastily, Mo Baiye broke out in a cold sweat.