Then, as his words fell, Chu Mo's hand held a longsword.
A very sharp longsword.
Swoosh!
No one expected, with no signs at all, Chu Mo made his move.
In the blink of an eye, an especially glaring sword light swept directly towards Ye Xiao.
Ye Xiao's gaze paused, not anticipating at all that Chu Mo would suddenly strike.
However, by the time he reacted, the sword light Chu Mo struck was already less than a foot away from him.
"Damn it!" Ye Xiao's face turned ugly; he was no longer able to dodge, and then he fiercely raised his hand, using his palm as a shield.
However.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
The next second, an especially clear sound rang out, Chu Mo's sword light had instantly pierced through Ye Xiao's palm.
"Ah!!"
With a particularly painful cry, Ye Xiao's face suddenly became extremely fearful, yelling to Ye Haoyu above on the thirtieth floor, "Save me!! Brother Haoyu, save me!! This ant of a boy wants to kill me!"
