Xu Ji himself felt very frustrated.
If he could call upon a few ninth-generation disciples, would Mo Lin dare speak to him in this manner?
By then, the Celestial Monarch Xu's inheritance would be handed over by Mo Lin, willingly or not.
Unfortunately, because Zhu Zizai meddled, the ninth-generation disciples cannot take action against Mo Lin.
Xu Ji raised his right hand, and a blackish-blue aura instantly appeared above his arm, coiling around his palm.
Mo Lin swung the Cyan Cloud Sword, slashing directly at Xu Ji.
Xu Ji didn't dodge, raising his hand to receive Mo Lin's attack.
Xu Ji's hand grasped the blade of the Cyan Cloud Sword.
Remarkably, the Cyan Cloud Sword didn't harm Xu Ji in the slightest.
Xu Ji just held the blade of the Cyan Cloud Sword with his hand, then suddenly flung it away.
The Cyan Cloud Sword was directly cast aside.
"Is that all?"
Xu Ji taunted Mo Lin, "Aren't you skilled in Ghost-Controlling?
Call out that ugly female ghost."
