C1149 The Bystanders Started to Fight.

Mo Beiting was trembling, her body stiff and her mind blank. The current him, in Zheng Feiyue's eyes, was no different from a large blood bag.

Despair descended.

The head disciple of Mao Mountain, the dual cultivation of symbols and swords, and the direct disciples all failed to give Mo Beiting any sense of security. He could only shout those two words with all her might