Could It Really Be Luck?

Fang Mo's gaze was icy as it swept over the remaining two mechs collapsed on the ground.

The two Mech Warriors had yet to recover from the impact of the Sword of Nascent Soul. The pilots inside their mechs were already bleeding from all seven orifices, their minds muddled. They struggled to activate their weapons, but Fang Mo was faster!

"Bang!"

He stepped forward, and his pitch-black saber plunged straight into one mech's cockpit. Terrifying Primordial Spirit power erupted, instantly shredding the pilot inside!

Seeing this, the other Mech Warrior roared madly and tried to activate the Particle Cannon for one final strike.

Fang Mo merely sneered. With a turn of his blade, a fierce saber aura swept out horizontally!

"Ssshh—"

Before the Particle Cannon's energy could finish gathering, it was forcibly struck by the saber aura.

Boom!

The particle energy exploded. Fang Mo shot backward to evade the impact, while half the mech's body was blasted to pieces. The pilot inside was charred black from head to toe, dead beyond death.

Fang Mo sheathed his saber and stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping across the battlefield.

The corpses of the three Mech Warriors were still smoking, with mech wreckage scattered everywhere.

His Sword of Nascent Soul had grown much stronger than before. One strike had hit all three of them. Although the mech materials had blocked part of it, it had still instantly robbed them of their ability to resist. Unfortunately, he had still failed to kill all three with the Primordial Spirit Sword.

It seemed his Primordial Spirit needed to grow stronger still, at least to the Great Accomplishment Realm.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly and took out Gu Lingfeng's identity token. The token was faintly flickering again, seemingly resonating with something in the distance.

It seemed the people