"Wait… wait! Please stop!"
But Mo Xuan was far too happy to notice the panic in the man's voice.
The old man closed the distance in a single step.
"Don't be shy! Let us celebrate together!" Mo Xuan laughed.
The cultivator's heart skipped a beat.
"Don't come any closer!"
Unfortunately, his warning came a moment too late.
Mo Xuan's arms had already wrapped tightly around him.
The cultivator struggled violently as if he had fallen into the grasp of a terrifying beast.
"Senior Mo Xuan! Please release me!"
In desperation, the man drew his sword and slashed toward the old man in hopes of forcing him to retreat.
Clang!
Mo Xuan simply raised two fingers and casually flicked the blade aside.
The sharp sword was deflected instantly as if it had struck an immovable mountain.
The weapon spun through the air and landed several meters away.
The cultivator froze.
He had not expected the difference in strength to be so overwhelming.
