On the Myriad Dao Plain, Xiao Mo took part in one contest after another.
The Myriad Dao Sect's selection tournament for its Holy Son didn't care one bit about fairness.
Every match was decided by a random draw.
Some contestants drew Xiao Mo and hurled insults at him.
Others drew Xiao Mo, knew they had no chance of winning, and immediately forfeited.
But no matter who they were, none could withstand three strikes from Xiao Mo.
The Myriad Dao Sect's disciples had heard Xiao Mo's name, but had always assumed the stories were exaggerated.
Only after seeing him with their own eyes did they realize the real Xiao Mo was far more terrifying than the rumors!
That day, after Xiao Mo defeated ten opponents, he had no more matches.
Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Karma Blood Peak to rest.
Yu Yunwei personally boiled water and prepared a tub of medicinal bath for her senior brother, hoping to ease his fatigue after a long day.
Though, as far as Xiao Mo was concerned, the day's matches had been less strenuous than his usual saber practice,
it was a kind gesture from Yu Yunwei, and he didn't refuse.
"Kid, give me a few drops of your blood essence."
After the medicinal bath, just as Xiao Mo was about to return to his room and rest, Xue Kui approached him with a glass vial.
Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Kui. "What for?"
Xue Kui smiled. "I'll give you a surprise later. I won't tell you just yet."
"..."
Xiao Mo cut his finger, and ten drops of blood essence fell into the glass vial.
"Is that enough?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Enough." Xue Kui shook the vial. "Come to think of it, you're giving me your blood essence so readily. Aren't you