"Heh, do you think it's possible that Yang Chengyin, that old pervert, has taken advantage of Yan Ruyu and—"
*Clang!*
The sound of the sword rang out as the Dragon Slayer Sword sliced off Mo Ningchen's tongue, abruptly halting his words.
"I have no interest in hearing your tasteless jokes."
Faced with Su Chengyu's cold gaze, Mo Ningchen merely smirked sarcastically.
Su Chengyu knew Mo Ningchen had never thought he would genuinely be allowed to leave. That was why Mo Ningchen deliberately said such outrageous words—to reduce his suffering before the inevitable. Yet, Su Chengyu couldn't even tolerate this kind of talk, making Mo Ningchen regard him as a hypocrite.
Not bothering to explain further, Su Chengyu turned his head toward the turbulent storm engulfing the Great Formation in the distance and spoke coldly, "Enough nonsense. Where is the weak point of the formation."
