The middle-aged man was so cowed by Fang Mo's aura that he actually took a step back. His face immediately burned with humiliation. He glanced around and seemed to catch sight of mockery in the others' eyes, which only stoked his shame and fury.
He had actually been shaken by Fang Mo's presence. It never occurred to him to wonder whether Fang Mo was truly strong; his heart held only anger.
"Arrogant!"
His already cold eyes grew even icier. The goatee on his chin bristled as his purple Daoist robe billowed. He thrust out a hand, and a huge hand of white-bone energy took shape in the air, clawing toward Fang Mo like a talon that could tear the heavens apart.
"You insolent brat! Today, I'll teach you not to be so arrogant!"
Two people stood on each of the other two flying swords. On the silver sword stood a blue-robed, middle-aged man with a cool, aloof air, and behind him stood Lian Qingyi.
The blue-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Fang Mo's face, but he made no move to stop the goateed man.
Behind him, Lian Qingyi stared in shock. Even now, she still hadn't managed to process what had happened.
She had taken in 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 cut down. Shen Chengchuan lay amid the sword scars, his life and death unknown. Judging by the look of him, even if he wasn't dead, he wasn't far from it.
And then there was Ao Kong. Fang Mo had actually killed him with a single slash.
She couldn't believe it. Ao Kong was third on the Heaven Ascending Ranking. Anyone