Fight Xing Mo!

Fight Xing Mo!

The Sacred Battle Stage towered high into the sky, magnificent and imposing. It was pitch-black all over, and no one knew what material it had been forged from. Its hardness surpassed that of many Divine Weapons, and even the clashes between the divine abilities of the three super-genius powerhouses earlier had only left a few dents and small cracks on the Sacred Battle Stage.

At this moment, Xing Mo's hazy figure stood suspended above it, looking down in all directions. There were no terrifying waves like raging seas and crashing mountains, yet he possessed an aura that seemed to command the heavens and control the earth, pressing so heavily upon the young genius powerhouses of the three sides that they could barely breathe.

"Even the First Prince wasn't his opponent. The Nirvana Realm... the Nirvana Realm. Even someone with heaven-defying battle prowess would find it difficult to cross the enormous gap between them!"

Xuan Sha's fists were slightly clenched as he gazed up at that hazy silhouette resembling a heavenly demon. A trace of gloom surfaced in his heart. For some reason, the figure of Chen Yun suddenly flashed through his mind. Why hasn't that man appeared? But then again, what would it matter if he did? Seven years ago, when I encountered him, he had only been at the Eight-star peak. Even with heaven-defying battle prowess, he would probably still find it difficult to cross the enormous gap between himself and Xing Mo of the Nirvana Realm. Xuan Sha shook his head, casting away the absurd thought that had abruptly arisen in his heart.

"What a disappointment!"

Xing Mo's indifferent voice drifted down from the Sacred Battle Stage. His figure appeared increasingly hazy and unfathomable. From beginning to end, no one had seen his true appearance.