"Despicable! Can’t you see he’s already lost control and gone demonized? How can you still have the nerve to strike?"
"You claim to be from a noble family. Don’t you have any dignity as a swordsman?" Even though they feared the Mo Family’s influence, the onlookers couldn’t help but loudly denounce the action.
A swordsman has their dignity and honor, and to kick someone while they are down is the disgrace of all swordsmen.
"It’s none of your damn business." Mo Yanhong was now seeing red in the face of his enemy and only wanted to crush Han Yan underfoot, torture and humiliate him to his heart’s content, not caring for a swordsman’s dignity.
Approaching Han Yan, Mo Yanhong raised his hand to deliver a crushing palm strike.
"Don’t!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were on the verge of breaking as they both roared, desperate to fight back, but gravely injured as they were, they couldn’t even stand.
"I’ll fight you!" The shopkeeper, despite his injuries, stood up and grabbed a door bolt, rushing towards Mo Yanhong, but he had hardly taken two steps before being kicked to the ground by a guard.
Everyone turned their heads away, unable to bear witness.
Already demonized, and now cornered by the despicable Mo Yanhong, everyone knew that if this palm landed, Han Yan would either die or be crippled for life.
From a distance, Jin Yuguang, who had been restless, calmed down when he saw Ye Lanfeng watching the scene with a composed expression. Jin Yuguang didn’t see Ye Lanfeng’s hand hidden in his sleeve, trembling slightly. Ye Lanfeng’s heart was not as calm as it appeared to Jin Yuguang.
In the moment Mo Yanhong’s palm was about to come down, Han Yan suddenly opened his eyes, their brilliant light striking like lightning, icy and piercing.
Mo Yanhong could never have anticipated that Han Yan would suddenly open his eyes. Such a cold, piercing gaze, with none of the haziness expected from severe injury.
A sense of dread rose instinctively within Mo Yanhong, and his descending palm froze in mid-air. This update is available on NoveI~Fire.net
"Young master, watch out!" Dai Songling’s anxious cry echoed in his ear.
Seeing Mo Yanhong ruthlessly take advantage of Han Yan’s loss of control to deal a treacherous blow, Dai Songling couldn’t approve.
While not every swordsman valued dignity and honor, and there were quite a few who were shameless in the shadows, at least on the surface they would maintain some decency. Mo Yanhong’s actions were truly embarrassing.
But the embarrassing Mo Family’s affairs were none of his concern. Besides, this fellow had never done anything in the Capital to make the Family Head proud, so why would he go out of his way to meddle?
After all, as long as Han Yan was demonized and posed no threat, letting Mo Yanhong vent his frustrations was fine. All he had to do was curry favor and reap some benefits from the Mo Family.
Having made up his mind, he decided he didn’t want to interfere and would leave Mo Yanhong to his own devices.
But, in that instant when Han Yan opened his eyes, Dai Songling’s heart surged with alarm.
Previously, Han Yan’s vital energy had been barely perceptible, and if not for his own Sword Master Realm cultivation, he might have sensed nothing. But at this moment, Heaven and Earth Qi surged from all directions, enveloping Han Yan, turning what was once barely detectable into something colossal and mighty, as if it soared straight to the heavens, reaching the boundless sky.
He had broken through. Han Yan wasn’t demonized after all; he was on the verge of a breakthrough. Only during such a breakthrough could one invoke the power of Heaven and Earth.
The power of Heaven and Earth usually called upon during a swordsman’s promotion was very weak, sometimes imperceptible even to the person themselves. How could it be so strong? Looking back, even his own advancement to Sword Master had not invoked more power than what Han Yan was displaying now.
Could it be that Han Yan has actually advanced to the Sword Master Realm?
But, wasn’t he just a wealthy playboy and trash? How could he possibly possess such cultivation?