Zhao Zhixin and Chen Mo's battle had sent Xiantian power surging wildly through the area. Any Xiantian Master within a kilometer would have been able to sense it!
But unexpectedly, the Li Family was the only aristocratic family nearby, and all their Xiantian Masters were in seclusion cultivating, so none of them sensed that Xiantian Masters were fighting near the Li Family!
As for people like Li Wenwu, although he was a half-step Xiantian Master, "half-step" meant he had not yet reached the realm of a Xiantian Master. Therefore, he had not sensed the battle between Xiantian Masters nearby.
Even if the Li Family's Xiantian Masters had sensed it, Chen Mo would not have cared. If they came, then they came. If they refused to accept it, he would just fight them!
Chen Mo now had a rough grasp of his own level of strength and a fairly clear understanding of Xiantian Masters. Even a head-on clash would not be a problem!
Even if more than two Xiantian Masters of the Xiantian Third Order came, Chen Mo could simply turn around and leave!
"Clang!" Half-sitting up, Zhao Zhixin tossed aside the short sword in his hand. His helpless smile faded as he let out a long sigh. "Greed knows no bounds, and it leads to ruin!"
He raised his head and looked at the youngster before him. This was the one who had unsettled his state of mind! But how should he put it? He could not blame the youngster before him. His own greed had been stirred, and that was what had led to this outcome!
Zhao Zhixin looked somewhat bitter as he said calmly to Chen Mo, "You won!"
"Oh." Chen Mo nodded, then turned around, preparing to leave!
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