1743 Chanced Upon A Fight

"Really? Then this Lord has to see whether you are qualified to say this!" As soon as he had spoken, the teacup lid in his hand shot out in an instant towards Mo Chen with a blinding force. 

Mo Chen who had been drinking his tea raised his head and glanced at him with a gentle smile: "I'm happy to fight with you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and spun it. 

The teacup lid that had been coming towards him no longer moved forwards. Instead, it circled in mid-air and with the movement of his gestures, the teacup lid fell into his hand slowly, easily eliminating Xuanyuan Mo Ze's attack. 

"One teacup lid for one teacup, I already have mine, I will return this to you!" He spoke in a gentle voice and the teacup lid flew out swiftly. 

Upon seeing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze stretched out two fingers and caught the teacup lid firmly and placed it back on top of his teacup. He stood up and in an instant, his black figure flashed past and he swept out.