It was not very painful, but the humiliation was fucking intense.
The other three men now felt a bit out of their depth. They did not dare to strike rashly; this Mo Yang did not seem like a soft persimmon after all. He was a tough nut to crack, one their teeth were apparently not strong enough to chew through.
"I find it truly strange. You can't even see through my cultivation level, so who gave you the courage to come looking for trouble? Where does your confidence come from?" Mo Yang frowned and stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the long sword in the young man's hand.
Chapter 25