Perhaps the World Consciousness of this world had realized how formidable Xuan Mo was. Perhaps bringing in more experts to cause trouble for him would have been too ridiculous. In any case, the World Consciousness stopped interfering and let Xuan Mo fight his way all the way to the top of Ascending Heaven Pavilion.
Atop Ascending Heaven Pavilion, Xuan Mo looked down and saw the densely packed crowd below, all of them gazing up at him. Their eyes held awe, envy, and jealousy.
Among the crowd, Xuan Mo also spotted his cheap Junior Brother, the little chubby one. He was waving at him.
Xuan Mo took a deep breath, his heart filled with countless emotions. He knew that, at this moment, he had become the center of everyone's attention. However, his goal went far beyond this.
Xuan Mo suddenly shouted, "Li Fansong of Wangcheng Mountain requests an audience with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal—to cross swords."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-robed woman appeared with a mask on her face. "Brat, how arrogant. Today, I'll show you what a single strike from a Sword Immortal is." Then she waved her hand and slashed Ascending Heaven Pavilion in half with one sword. "Do you still want to fight?"
Inside Sikong Manor, Sikong Changfeng wore a deeply regretful expression. "My Ascending Heaven Pavilion! Li Hanyi, you just wait... And that Zhao Yuzhen—what kind of monstrous disciple did he take in for no reason? How is he so strong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Mo sent another sword qi crashing into Ascending Heaven Pavilion. Well, now it had become three pieces. Sikong Changfeng was so furious that he had already grabbed his spear, waiting for the two of them to finish fighting so he could go up and have