The Power of Laughter at 110
Translator: 549690339
When Wes heard Tang Mo's response, the world in front of him suddenly regained its color. He urged his horse forward, toppling the pitiable Suthers soldiers blocking his way to the ground.
Wielding his longsword, he shouted loudly to confirm, "Tang Mo! Tang Mo!"
"Stop shouting! I'm right here!" Tang Mo stood up, looked at the Suthers soldiers before him, who were silent as cicadas in winter, devoid of any courage to resist, and asked with a gentleman's smile, "Would you mind stepping aside?"
It was as if they heard the whisper of the Grim Reaper, and the Suthers soldiers hurriedly retreated, clearing a path for Tang Mo.
Just now, they had witnessed a scene they would never forget—the moment Tang Mo's battle horse was shot by the commanding officer of this Suthers troop, Tang Mo fell from his horse, and then Tang Mo stood up from a pile of corpses, showing these inexperienced Suthers soldiers what it meant to be a descended deity.