Mo Cong's right arm, which was holding his sword, is completely ruined.
At this moment, his strength is undeniably diminished.
That's why he's very afraid.
Even at his peak, he couldn't kill Ling Xiao in a sneak attack. Now with his right arm crippled, how can he fight?
Ling Xiao's demeanor clearly shows he wants Mo Cong dead, with not even a trace of sympathy.
"Where possible, one should show mercy."
Just when Ling Xiao was about a few dozen meters away from Mo Cong, a dominating and authoritative voice resonated.
"It's said that grudges should be resolved, not deepened. Today's events are his fault, but with one arm already disabled, why must you kill him?"
It turns out someone has been watching the commotion all along.
The crowd turned their heads, looking towards the young man descending slowly from the treetop, filled with astonishment.
They hadn't sensed this person's presence at all.
