Shortly after, Su Mo cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and quietly merged his soul and Martial Soul.
Seeing this, Nie Qian and Han Ying felt helpless inside, having no idea what Su Mo was planning.
Still, they had already warned Su Mo, so they could be considered to have fulfilled their duties as friends.
Time slowly passed, and the two disciples on the sea surface fought without stopping, trading nearly a thousand blows already.
At this point, the battle situation began to clear up as one of them gradually gained the upper hand, defeating the other before long.
However, the two did not fight to the death; once the victor and loser were decided, they left the sea surface and returned to the surrounding small islands one after another.
At that moment, Leng Jiang, who had been waiting on another small island all along, chuckled, stepped out, traversed a thousand miles in an instant, and arrived at the central sea surface in a few steps.
Standing upon the sea, he turned his head to look at Su Mo on the small island, a cold and stern glare in his eyes as he shouted sharply.
"Su Mo, come down and face your death!"
The sharp shout exploded like a thunderclap within this vast Battle Realm, causing the seawater below to surge into towering waves.
All of the Divine Martial Academy disciples in the Battle Realm grew interested—there was a good show to watch!
Su Mo opened his eyes and stood up with a blank expression.
His Martial Soul and soul were already in the middle of merging; in less than a moment, they would have successfully fused.
Yet at this very moment, the battle was arriving, leaving no time for the fusion to finish.
"Still not coming down?