"You!"
Wang Yuan's face was shocked, and a sense of foreboding began to emerge in his heart.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull back the Burning Spirit Sword.
Mo Wangchen's finger and hand, like the Divine Demon Hand, tightly grasped the body of the Burning Spirit Sword, firmly trapping it there.
"I'll say it just once, let go."
Looking at Wang Yuan's face, veins popping, Mo Wangchen spoke indifferently.
"Get lost!"
Unable to retrieve the Burning Spirit Sword, Wang Yuan shouted angrily and began attacking Mo Wangchen. He struck out with his palm, the force so immense that it shattered the void, rushing toward Mo Wangchen like a volcanic eruption.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen was unafraid, with Great Dao Divine Power surging and condensing a thick barrier in front of him, allowing Wang Yuan to attack, yet unable to break this defense.
"Sizzle!"
