One Must Not Be Too Arrogant

The middle-aged man was forced back a step by Fang Mo's imposing aura. At once, he felt humiliated. Sweeping his gaze around, he seemed to see mockery in everyone else's eyes, making him even more ashamed and enraged.

He had actually been shaken back by Fang Mo's aura. At this moment, he did not consider whether Fang Mo was truly powerful; his heart held only fury.

"Arrogant!"

His already cold, severe eyes turned even more sinister, and the wisp of goatee beneath his chin bristled upward. His purple Daoist robe suddenly billowed as he reached out. A gigantic skeletal energy hand condensed in the void, like a heaven-rending claw descending upon Fang Mo.

"Junior, today this old man will teach you that one must not be too arrogant!"

Two people stood atop each of the other two flying swords. On the silver flying sword stood a middle-aged man in blue robes with a cool, detached temperament. Behind him stood none other than Lian Qingyi.

At that moment, the blue-robed middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed tightly on Fang Mo's face. Yet he made no move to stop the goateed man.

Behind him, Lian Qingyi's face was filled with shock. Even now, she had yet to recover from it.

She had already clearly seen the battlefield. Two Transcendent Realm experts had actually been defeated by Fang Mo.

She knew Fei Shu. He was a Transcendent Realm powerhouse, yet he had been slain. Shen Chengchuan's life or death was unknown as he lay amid the blade marks. Even if he was not dead, he was likely not far from it.

And Ao Kong—Fang Mo had actually cut him down with a single slash.

She could not believe it. Ao Kong was third on the Ascension Ranking.