C153 Hanging up the Fifth Elder

"Brat, prepare to die!"

Mo Xingyun's face was ablaze with humiliation. A Martial Spirit Grade Three warrior had attempted a sneak attack on an unsuspecting Martial Disciple Grade Two, only to be evaded. How could he save face now?

Only by killing Xu Ming could he release his fury!

Mo Xingyun launched himself from the ground like an arrow released from its bow, his palm leading a forceful push