The long spear failed to touch Fang Lin, falling to the ground when it was still seven or eight inches away from him.
The elder surnamed Mo turned around and slapped the Golden Armour Guard, who had suddenly made a move, flipping him onto the ground with a face full of rage.
Li Jianwu's expression was uncertain, and he did not seem to be angered by the soldier's sudden action.
"You idiot! Who allowed you to act recklessly?" the elder surnamed Mo cursed angrily, almost driven to his wit's end. Just when things had calmed down a bit, such an incident occurred – wasn't this a clear provocation?
Fang Lin remained unfazed, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes as he looked at Li Jianwu and the elder surnamed Mo.
The Golden Armour Guard, slapped to the ground by the elder surnamed Mo, had blood all over his head and face. His injuries were indeed serious. Now, sitting on the ground, his face was full of stubborn defiance.
