Feng Qingshui now had no strength at all, only able to move his lips.
He truly wanted to execute Ling Haoyan, but his heart was willing yet powerless. If it were under normal circumstances, he could easily defeat any Ling Haoyan, a waste at the third level of the Path-breaking Realm; why should he be able to step on him?!
But now it was impossible.
He was exhausted and had already used up his last bit of strength; even though he was holding a long sword in his hand, he couldn't lift it anymore.
So.
He could only launch a verbal attack on Ling Haoyan, drawing all his attention to himself.
Feng Qingshui believed that this way he could ensure Mo Ningxiang's safety, at least temporarily.
His strategy was effective because he noticed Ling Haoyan's eyes fixed on him, unblinking, completely ignoring Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun.
Ling Haoyan's face was flushed, veins bulging, his arm clutching his fist trembling violently, eyes burning with intense fury.
