However, Ye Fan wasted no time on words. He immediately wielded the Yuanhong Sword and slashed down. With every sharp wave of Sword Qi that descended, several people were killed instantly.
"Set up the poison formation!" Mo Yanchang bellowed.
At once, members of the Mo Sect began throwing powder at Ye Fan, and the venomous insects on the ground swarmed him. But in that moment, Ye Fan cut a path straight toward Mo Yanchang with his razor-sharp Swordsmanship.
Mo Yanchang's strength was not insignificant, but he was far from Mo Dianwu's level. He arrogantly believed he could withstand Ye Fan's Swordsmanship, only to be severely injured the moment the attack landed. The sheer killing power was terrifying.
He clutched his wound, about to adjust his movement technique, but he never expected Ye Fan to already be upon him again.
