C386 Unable to Escape the Fate of Defeat

Mo Yun retreated rapidly, his clothes shredding to tatters like those of a ragged beggar. His once jet-black hair now hung in wild disarray, giving him the appearance of a madman.

His complexion was ghostly pale, unable to withstand the barrage from Lin Xuan's fists. He coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, his face a ghastly shade of white