A sword hangs over the heads of all fellow martial artists in Hong Kong, and it could fall at any time.

It was Mo Jun who came to his senses first.

"Come here, a few people, help Master and Master Ye in."

Several disciples came over and helped the two of them to sit down in the main hall.

"You go down first."

Mo Xinyi waved his hand.

Mo Jun walked to the door and closed it behind him.

Only Mo Xinyi and Ye Jianming were sitting in the room.

"Master Ye, I'm a burden to you."

Mo Xinyi seemed a little ashamed.

Ye Jianming was still cursing in his heart, but on the surface he waved his hand and said, "Master Mo, you're too serious. Even if I didn't come today, he would find me tomorrow. You've heard him say that I'd be next. We might as well deal with him today. But I really didn't expect his martial arts to be so advanced. Was he using the Iron Shirt or the Golden Bell Cover just now?"

Mo Xinyi nodded: "Probably."

"I never thought that there is really someone who can master such magical skills." Ye Jianming sighed.

Mo Xinyi smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that we have always been too arrogant. They are the real martial artists. We only know a little bit of martial arts at best. There is a world of difference."

Ye Jianming nodded in agreement.

After a while, he said again: "What should we do now?"

Mo Xinyi frowned. "I'm not optimistic about our fellow practitioners in Hong Kong. The two of us combined are no match for him. We can't even get past ten moves. Tell me, who can stop him?"

"Yeah, so we can only let him be so arrogant?"

Ye Jianming was a little unconvinced.