His voice resounded in all their ears, and blood dripped down his sword drop by drop, causing everyone to smell the scent of death.

This tall, skinny man was too terrifying. Even someone as strong as Yan Mochen was unable to receive a single blow from him. If he had wanted to kill him, his head would already be rolling on the ground.

It had happened so suddenly that it felt like it was over before it started. The four regions’ disciples all felt a chill. The difference in power was too great.

The Central Plains’ disciples just indifferently watched, as if they had long since expected such a thing. There was faint derision in many of their eyes.

Su Mo didn’t say a word. Everything was within his expectations.

“How powerful! What kind of footwork was that?” Tang Wan-er was also shocked. She had exchanged blows with Yan Mochen, and so she knew how strong he was.

Last time, she had been able to fight evenly with him, even slightly winning. But she had been taking...