"Little brat, you're asking for death!" After spinning around a few times, the middle-aged man was completely dazed. He knew Mo Yang was the one who had struck, yet he hadn't seen how Mo Yang had done it. At that moment, he only felt a burning pain on his left cheek, and when he reached up to touch it, he found that his left face was already swollen.
Furious in an instant, he let out an angry roar, whipped out the curved saber at his waist with a flash, and directly slashed at Mo Yang.
Yet the very next moment, he froze. Mo Yang didn't dodge at all, continuing to sit there quietly, but at some point, he had extended two fingers and simply clamped them firmly onto the razor-sharp blade. The curved saber seemed to be stuck, unable to descend even a fraction of an inch.
Chapter 102