Howling Moon narrowed his eyes slightly at those words and stared at Fang Mo, saying in a deep voice:
"Fang Mo, knowing my strength and still daring to accept this challenge, I think more highly of you now. I can promise to spare you some pain and not let you die too ugly a death!"
Fang Mo laughed. The enormous golden dragon tail beneath his feet suddenly swung toward Howling Moon, sweeping through the air and shattering the void.
"You dare!"
Howling Moon felt intense pressure. He abruptly drew his blade and slashed out a frosty blade aura, which collided with the dragon tail. The blade aura shattered, and berserk energy burst outward.
"Not good!"
Howling Moon's expression changed drastically. The golden dragon was actually this powerful—one strike had shattered his blade aura. He hurriedly swung his blade across, intending to cleave apart the surging energy.
Yet before that overwhelming energy blast, Howling Moon was sent flying back a thousand meters.
"What? Howling Moon was smacked away?"
"That blood-energy golden dragon has already condensed into physical form. What cultivation technique is he practicing? How can it produce such a powerful blood-energy dragon? Its strength is comparable to a Heaven Penetrating Level beast, isn't it?"
Seeing this scene, the surrounding spectators could not help crying out in alarm. Fang Mo had casually struck once and sent Howling Moon retreating.
Even if Howling Moon had been caught unprepared and rushed, he should not have been sent flying.
"This kid has actually become this strong!"
True Monarch Qingshui's eyes flickered with shock. Fang Mo's move had astonished him as well, and it was even an unexpected delight. Although he knew Fang Mo was powerful, and that Fang Mo had previously killed a Heaven Penetrating Level beast with everyone's help—
That strike just now