Just as a group of Martial Artists and powerhouses were closing in on Chu Mo, Chu Mo abruptly raised his head.
Suddenly, Chu Mo cracked a coldly indifferent smile and lightly declared, "Those who don't wish to die can scram!"
Upon Chu Mo's statement,
Merely his gaze, directed at those several hundred Martial Artists, was enough to send a good twenty to thirty cowardly Martial Artists immediately retreating on the spot.
"Kid, are you still putting on airs? You are gravely injured now, and there's no way you can be a match for so many of us!"
This was said by a man holding a blue-grey Longsword, staring at Chu Mo with a full smirk.
This man was from the Wu family in the outer mountain ranges, known as Wu Fei, a standout among the younger generation of the Wu family, with quite formidable strength.
"Really? Somehow, I feel like you are the ones courting death."
Chu Mo responded with a playful laugh, his face showing not a trace of fear.
"HAHAHA!!"
