Qingyi's words weren't much, but they were enough to completely destabilize Xue Mo.
"Don't you dare put my sister's name in your mouth, you filthy worm!" The demon cult's young lord roared, his eyes filled with enough hatred to melt steel.
Without holding back, Xue Mo swung his blade in a horizontal slash.
Qingyi raised the heaven-defying thunder sword defensively, but soon regretted not dodging.
It was like being hit by a truck at top speed; his feet were knocked off the ground and his arms shook as he was catapulted backwards.
His body tore through the dense vegetation, his back breaking through thick trunks like toothpicks, leaving a trail of destruction.
He only came to a stop after almost five hundred meters, sinking his heaven-defying thunder sword into the ground for support.
Raising his gaze, he saw Xue Mo whose body had already changed completely, a crimson aura filled with darkness spreading dozens of meters above him.
