Su Mo was the Su Family's Eighth Young Master, an illegitimate son of the main branch, and Su Wuniang's brother. It was said that he had the best relationship with eldest brother Su Long. Unfortunately, Heaven had no eyes. Ever since reaching Qi Refining Level 5, he had found every step difficult. No one knew how many resources the Su Family had piled onto him, yet after three years, there was still no sign of a breakthrough.
From that exchanged palm strike just now, Liu Xiaolou vaguely sensed that this Su Family Eighth Young Master's fifth-level cultivation seemed rather watered down! It was not that his true essence lacked depth—it was indeed abundant—but the crucial point was that it was impure, filled with too many mixed impurities. If true essence was impure, then no Daoist art or magical artifact could achieve its greatest effect. Perhaps it could only bring out eighty percent of its power, or even seventy, sixty.
Even in that head-on clash of true essence, Liu Xiaolou had not suffered the slightest injury.
At that moment, he understood Su Zhi's decision completely. No wonder that the instant Su Wuniang reached Foundation Establishment, the Su Family could not wait to keep her through a matrilocal marriage and nurture her as the Su Family's future heir.
To be honest, Liu Xiaolou still rather sympathized with eldest brother Su Long. He did not know how Su Long had adjusted his state of mind over the past year, but since Su Mo—the one closest to him—had stepped forward, it showed that this Su Family's Eldest Young Master apparently still had not adjusted himself.
"Liu Xiaolou, you are nothing but a bandit who luckily entered the Su Family's gates, yet you dare be so arrogant and defiant. Whose backing are you relying on?