CLANG!
With a deafening sound, the Peng Bird was intercepted by a Spiritual Energy Wall less than ten zhang from Mo Qi.
"You young whelp of the Demon Race, isn't a sneak attack a bit much?"
The ones who had acted were the Immortals from the Hall of Envoys.
They had joined forces to erect layer upon layer of defenses, guarding Mo Qi at the center of their formation.
Only two duels had taken place, and they were still counting on Mo Qi for the remaining eight.
Therefore, in this situation, they were more nervous about Mo Qi's safety than anyone else.
Unless it was during an official duel, where they couldn't interfere, they would never allow any harm to come to Mo Qi.
Mo Qi himself was well aware of this, which was why he dared to ignore the Peng Bird's attack after finishing off the Minotaur.
"You dare to stop me?!" the Peng Bird roared.
