The young city lord's face turned ashen with anger, "Useless thing, you can't even handle such a small matter."
Mo Xing lowered his head and said nothing, but from his clenched hands it could be seen that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
The young city lord snorted coldly and turned to look at Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, "If you have the ability, then take away the formation."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhan Yihan raise his hand to put away the formation flag, and was slightly startled. He had never thought that the other party would actually dare to remove the formation. Could he really be so confident?
"Since you are so brave, I will leave you with an intact body later. Go!" The young city lord raised his hand and waved to his men behind him, and everyone immediately rushed towards Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
The young city lord walked to the sofa nearby and sat down, then took out a pot of wine and poured himself some. He had brought so many powerful people with him this time, and he didn't believe he couldn't deal with the two monks.
The pressure from Zhan Yihan was released, and those monks who rushed up fell into the sea like dumplings.
The Young City Lord's eyes widened in shock, staring at Zhan Yihan in disbelief, unaware even of the wine dripping from his glass onto him. What was his cultivation level? Why was he so powerful?
Zhan Yihan glanced at the people in the sea indifferently, took Su Jinyue's hand and jumped, landing in front of the young city lord.
"You...what do you want to do?" The young city lord shrank back in fear, but there was a sofa behind him and he had nowhere to hide.
"I originally planned to let you go, but now I have changed my mind." Zhan Yihan said in a calm voice.
The Young City Lord trembled, and said fearfully, "I know I was wrong. I won't cause you any more trouble. Please let me go this time." Only now did he realize how presumptuous he had been. He should have been thankful that the other party hadn't caused him any trouble, but he hadn't known how to provoke them.
"Opportunities don't always come." Zhan Yihan raised his hand, and the young city lord's body flew into the air with his movement.
"Senior! Please let me go this time, Senior! I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..." The young city lord looked at Zhan Yihan in horror as he kept begging for mercy. He was really scared at this time, he didn't want to die.
Zhan Yihan curled his lips in sarcasm, and slowly tightened his raised hand. The young city lord's face immediately turned purple, and his body kept struggling in mid-air.
"Previous..." The young city lord still wanted to beg for mercy, but at this moment he couldn't even do it.
Zhan Yihan waved his hand.
"Bang!" The young city lord fell from the air and landed heavily on the deck. Blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. He really didn't want to die, but he knew that his life and death were not in his hands now.
Su Jinyue turned to look at Aya, who was looking at the young city lord with hatred on her face, "Aya, come here." She knew that Aya had always wanted to avenge her father.
Aya was stunned and jumped in front of Su Jinyue and the other two, "Senior!" She didn't know why Su Jinyue called her over, but she guessed it must be related to the Young City Lord.
"I'll leave him to you to deal with." Su Jinyue pointed at the young city lord on the ground.
Upon hearing this, Aya's face showed ecstasy, "Thank you!" She could finally avenge her father, that was great!
Drawing her long sword, Aya stabbed the young city lord without hesitation. She wanted to torture the young city lord slowly and not let him die so easily.
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