"Huh?" Qin Feiyang suddenly looked up, turning to Mo Wushen and the other two.
Mo Wushen chuckled. "Qin Feiyang, if you kneel and beg me now, I'll spare you and let you reach the other shore."
Qin Feiyang laughed incredulously. "You? In no position to make me kneel?"
He couldn't bring himself to do such a demeaning thing. Besides, even if he did kneel, Mo Wushen wouldn't let him go.
"Stubbornly obtuse!" Mo Wushen shook his head. With a CLANG, a blood-red blade appeared overhead, radiating a terrifying sharpness.
Simultaneously, the gold-haired youth and his companion also raised their arms. Battle Intent surged from their fingertips as a menacing aura filled the air.
Qin Feiyang looked at the two of them, frowned, and asked, "I have no grievance with either of you. Why help Mo Wushen deal with me?"
"Correct," one of them said.
"We indeed hold no grudge against you, but we've always enjoyed crushing budding geniuses."
