The entire Emperor Xuan Mountain Range, though gathered with hundreds of millions of martial artists, was utterly silent, exceptionally quiet.
Everyone raised their heads to gaze at the young man high in the sky, this young man who had already stood at the peak and dared to challenge a Martial Emperor.
Many who knew Su Mo, or had crossed paths with Su Mo before, felt somewhat dazed.
It seemed as though in the blink of an eye, Su Mo had grown from a junior genius into a peak expert, at a speed so fast that everyone found it hard to adapt.
Su Mo sat cross-legged in the void in silence, his eyes closed as he focused on regulating his breathing.
Forging fifteen Destined Spirit Swords had consumed a great deal of his essence blood, leaving him somewhat exhausted and mentally drained. Therefore, he needed to return to his peak condition in the shortest possible time.
Time slowly passed, and the entire Emperor Xuan Mountain Range gradually became noisy again, the clamorous waves of sound shooting into the heavens.
"I think Su Mo seems extremely confident!"
"What use is confidence? He simply has no idea how terrifying a Martial Emperor expert is!"
"With this old man's discernment, although Su Mo is powerful, the gap between him and a Martial Emperor expert is still enormous. There is no suspense in this battle!"
"..."
Countless martial artists discussed the matter, and many had already decided the outcome in their hearts.
In everyone's eyes, Martial Emperors were legends of the Azure World, supreme martial arts powers, absolutely invincible and capable of sweeping away everything.
Though Su Mo listened to everyone's discussions and knew he was not favored, his heart remained as calm as still water, unaffected by the crowd.
He controlled his state of