393: C393 Of Course You're the One Who Got Lost

C393 Of Course You're the One Who Got Lost

"And this Mister Riverside behind me is the prized disciple of the Heaven Severing Grandmaster. With him here, even if you sent ten people or a hundred people, you still wouldn't be able to harm a single bit of me. "

As soon as Xue Disha finished his sentence, Zhan Tian, who was behind him, raised his head and puffed out his chest. He looked at Mo Shaoyang with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"That's right. "Right now, only Master Zhan Tian can save our Mo Clan."

Iron Head nodded in agreement.

When Mo Shaoyang heard this, despair filled his heart.

His greatest reliance was on the Mo Clan. If even the Mo Clan stood on Xue Disha's side, how could an ordinary person like him, who wasn't even an extraordinary cultivator, and Han Wenwen be a match for the two great clans?

Mo Shaoyang said with grief and indignation from the bottom of his heart, "I don't understand, you are so beautiful, young and beautiful, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Don't use family marriage restrictions as an excuse. Since you have already assumed the position of Patriarch at such a young age, how could such a traditional restriction like this be able to bind you? "

"You're very smart."

Xue Daisha smiled, revealing a charming smile.

"There's naturally a reason behind all this."

"Your father has made an agreement with me. If you marry me, I will control the entire Mo Clan in the future."

"What?" Mo Shaoyang's face suddenly changed.

It was true that he lacked interest in the Mo Clan's power, but he definitely wouldn't allow the Mo Clan to fall into the hands of a woman from an island nation.

Wouldn't he be letting the snow fall on top of the sand? He wasn't like him at all. He was just a tool.

No matter what kind of cat or dog she was, she would still marry him.

This was simply too stimulating for Mo Shaoyang's self-confidence.

"Alright, Qijun, it's your turn to make a decision. Marry me or die." Xue Daisha said indifferently.

"Clang!"

He pulled out his warrior's sword slowly. It was shiny and cold.

"Woo woo.

Hearing that, Han Wenwen, who was listening at the side, immediately cried out as she looked at Mo Shaoyang with tears all over her face.

Mo Shaoyang stood there with his fists clenched tightly. His nails had penetrated his skin but he did not notice it at all.

For the first time, Mo Shaoyang felt weak.

Without the support of his family, he was just an ordinary person.

"I … I …"

On one side was a dark future, and on the other was the life of a lover. Mo Shaoyang's lips trembled, but he was unable to say it out.

"Of course it's you, scram. Han Wenwen is still alive."

Lin Tian who was sitting on the side suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

Xue Disha frowned and looked coldly at Lin Tian.2

Mo Shaoyang's words didn't matter, but Lin Tian was only Mo Shaoyang's subordinate, how could he dare to interrupt? In the eyes of the people of the island who valued respect the most, Lin Tian had no respect for his elders.

"Eight slots."

With a face filled with anger, he drew his long blade with lightning speed. A saber light shot out like a waterfall, traversing several tens of feet as it struck down right in front of Lin Tianjiao.

The saber light tore through the air, emitting hissing sounds as if it could even split a waterfall.

"Heaven Severing Art!"

Legend has it that Heaven Severing had used this blade to split a hundred meter waterfall, thus becoming one of the four great sword masters of the island nation.

Although this move of the Riverside Chamber was not as powerful as the Heaven Severing blade, its power was equally shocking.

"Boss, be careful!"

Mo Shaoyang's face changed drastically as he cried out in alarm. But it was already too late. The speed of the blade was too fast, as if it had surpassed the time limit, as it welcomed Lin Tian's attack.

He was prepared to see Lin Tian, the person who spoke so rudely, split into two halves. Blood spilled all over the sky and he loved to cut people into two halves with one saber.

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