"How is this possible!"
Fang Mo clutched his chest, struggling to suppress the surging blood in his veins as he stared at Lei He in shock. He had actually been defeated in a single move!
"Not bad. That strike was already no weaker than those of many Heavenly Human Realm martial artists. You keep surprising me more and more!"
Lei He's sword had somehow already returned to its sheath. He looked at Fang Mo calmly, as if that single strike had been no surprise at all. The silver metal on his face and arms looked like mechanical armor, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
Fang Mo looked at Lei He, his eyes narrowing. A strange feeling stirred in his heart.
The aura emanating from his opponent was that of the Pre-Heaven Realm, but why was his sword so powerful? Fang Mo hadn't been able to withstand even one strike. And what was that liquid-mecha-like thing on his body?
Whatever it is, I have to defeat him. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't make it out of here today!
Fang Mo's gaze hardened. He rose to his feet once more. The air around him stirred without wind, the leaves shivered, and countless leaves lifted slowly from the ground. A terrifying aura surged upward.
Buzz, buzz!
The Blood Shadow Blade trembled, countless crimson patterns appearing along its length. Blade light gathered at its tip, and vast energy seemed to pour into it.
"You still won't give up?"
Watching Fang Mo's movements, Lei He didn't try to stop him. He simply said, "Your Primordial Spirit has broken through, hasn't it? Good. Let's see how powerful your Primordial Spirit Sword is!"
He knows my Primordial Spirit broke through!
Fang Mo's heart jolted again. It seemed his opponent had deliberately released his aura earlier to draw