"What incense is burning?"
How would I know what incense?
Zhao Rong simply didn't respond to that sentence and rushed even faster toward Mo Da, shouting, "Kill!"
It seemed as if he had not heard what the man had said amidst the sounds of the rain and clashing swords.
"What incense are you burning?!"
The man raised his voice, his eyes showing even greater caution.
"Ah~~!"
Before Zhao Rong could reply, a skilled fighter next to the man had already fallen to the ground with a sword in his body.
Yue did not hold back at all; the man was the leader, and his momentary distraction increased the pressure on those around him. Their coordination was already poor, how could they possibly withstand Yue's sword moves?
That scream further distracted those around him.
Seeing Zhao Rong raise his sword, Mo Da instantly understood and no longer dodged, suddenly executing the "Transforming Clouds and Mist Thirteen Forms."