'The Kaiyang Taoist is dead?!'
Everyone in the restaurant heard Yan Mo's words and stared at Bai Yuan in disbelief.
The Kaiyang Taoist's prestige among the people of Lingzhou was simply too great.
Bai Yuan had defeated the Kaiyang Taoist before, but defeating and killing were two completely different things—especially for a monster with the Innate Vajra.
For the first time, panic appeared in Yan Mo's eyes.
His strength was not even on par with the Kaiyang Taoist's.
'Since Bai Yuan could kill the Kaiyang Taoist, he can definitely kill me too.'
"You..."
Yan Mo pulled back, just about to speak.
But Bai Yuan had no intention of giving him the chance. With a single step, he shot toward Yan Mo, the water droplets on his hair left hanging in the air by inertia.
Lu Yu, who was currently locked in combat with Yan Mo, couldn't help but fight even harder. The afterimages of his Soft Sword nearly formed a cage in the air.
Yan Mo finally panicked.
