"Little brat, you're asking for death!" After spinning around a few times, the middle-aged brawny man was left somewhat dazed. He knew Moyang was the one who had struck, yet he hadn't seen how Moyang had done it. At that moment, his left cheek burned with a sharp pain, and when he reached up to touch it, he found that it was already swollen.
Instantly flying into a rage, he let out a furious roar and whipped the curved saber from his waist, slashing straight at Moyang.
Yet the very next moment, he froze. Moyang had not dodged, still sitting quietly in his seat, but at some point, he had extended two fingers, clamping them firmly onto the razor-sharp blade. The curved saber seemed jammed, unable to descend even a fraction of an inch.
Chapter 102