"Who's there?"
Min Jiangtao's expression immediately grew stern when he had not expected to be attacked at the Mo Blade Sect headquarters, nearly meeting his death. He raised the Mo Dao in his hand, and a river formed by glint of the saber appeared before him, slicing through the air.
Clang clang clang clang!
Caught off guard by his sudden assault, the ambusher seemed somewhat flustered. After parrying four consecutive strikes, they were finally able to keep the river at bay and let out a surprised grunt.
"Huh?"
Min Jiangtao was taken aback for a moment and looked forward in confusion, indeed seeing a familiar figure.
"Elder brother?"
It was the very senior brother he had been seeking.
At this moment, Mo Hong held the Mo Dao, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, glaring fiercely with an intimidating aura.
"It's been a while since we've sparred. Let me test if your strength has improved!"
With a faint voice, the Mo Dao in his hand swung again towards Min Jiangtao.