"Lin Mo!"
Liu Qing's eyes widened, staring in astonishment at Lin Mo who suddenly blocked in front of him. He couldn't help but take a cold breath, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.
At the same time, Zhou Bing's fierce punch mark suddenly arrived. Lin Mo stretched out his index finger, gently tapping, and in an instant, the fierce punch mark exploded, producing a circle of invisible Qi Force spreading out.
The fierce and domineering punch mark was unexpectedly easily dissolved by Lin Mo.
Seeing this, Zhou Bing's eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of unusual color flickered deep in his eyes, and a chill rose on his face. He stared at the young man blocking in front of Liu Qing. "Disciple of the Mystic Realm Sect?"
"Using a Star Lake Level Early Stage cultivation to bully a High-level Galaxy Level practitioner, isn't that a bit too much?"
Lin Mo gazed at Zhou Bing ahead with a look that was not cold nor warm and said lightly.
"Lin Mo, I don't need your help!"
