That taste must be very unique!
Chu Mo turned his head unintentionally.
She immediately saw Young Master Yang's lewd gaze as he looked at Mu Ling.
Even a fool would know what the other person is thinking right now.
Without thinking, he immediately raised his hand and slapped the other person hard.
To say it was as fast as lightning is an insult to his actions at that moment.
Don't mention Young Master Yang or his cronies.
Even the gaunt old man who was always watching Chu Mo almost didn't react in time.
However, he was ultimately a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The moment Chu Mo made his move, he no longer held back and sent the snow eagle flying hundreds of meters away with a powerful palm strike.
What's the point of taming someone as a mount compared to the life of the city lord's precious son?
Whether or not you ride it is no longer important.
If Young Master Yang is killed right under his nose, how will he explain it to the city lord?
He showed no mercy in this attack.
The snow sculpture's originally brilliantly bright feathers suddenly became dull and lifeless.
Those enormous eagle claws, as if cast in gold, were twitching violently.
Deep red blood with a slight golden tinge dripped continuously from its claws.
When it fell to the ground, it made a loud thud, creating deep craters in the ground.
It was as if that blood weighed a thousand pounds.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Almost simultaneously with knocking the snow eagle away, the withered old man roared angrily and slashed a dark sword shadow at Chu Mo.
"Kid, are you fucking looking to die? Stop it right now!"
This sword was only the size of a palm.
But the intense killing intent emanating from the sword was as sinister and terrifying as ancient ice.
The space within a radius of a hundred miles trembled slightly under the influence of this sword strike.
He vowed that with this strike, his opponent would surely die!
He wasn't the only one who thought this way; many of the cultivators watching around him shared the same opinion.
"How dare they attack Young Master Yang? They're courting death!"
"Hehe, who in Phoenix Perch City doesn't know that this Young Master Yang is the City Lord's Achilles' heel? Anyone who crosses him will die!"
Amidst the gloating gazes of the crowd, a figure screamed and flew out.
The crowd couldn't yet discern how miserable the man looked.
But judging from the broken blood clots falling from mid-air, surviving...
The chances are probably slim.
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