Upon hearing Su Mo's words, Yang Tiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at Su Mo, and said coldly, "Do you really think that defeating You Lang makes you invincible in the Martial Emperor Realm?"
"It is not self-delusion. I am already invincible!" Su Mo said in a deep voice.
"Arrogant!" Yang Tiancheng immediately shouted. This Su Mo was far too arrogant—he actually believed himself invincible in the Martial Emperor Realm and had even declared it openly.
The crowd was secretly astonished as well. This Su Mo was truly confident, openly proclaiming himself invincible!
However, though everyone was surprised, they did not think Su Mo excessively conceited. After all, with the strength to defeat You Lang, it was not unreasonable for him to believe himself invincible.
Without strength, it was called arrogance; with strength, it was called confidence.
Yet Su Mo's words made the other geniuses frown inwardly.
Afterward, Yang Tiancheng said nothing more and immediately sat cross-legged. With a wave of his arm, an ancient wooden zither appeared before him.
The wooden zither was pale violet in color, ancient and unadorned. Yet paired with its golden strings, it gave off an extraordinary air.
"I would like to see how you will break my zither melody. How will you become invincible in the Martial Emperor Realm?" Yang Tiancheng said in a low voice as his hands gently brushed across the strings.
"Then open your eyes wide and watch!" Su Mo sneered, secretly considering how to make this fellow suffer a little.
Yang Tiancheng's expression turned somewhat solemn. Clearly, he did not dare underestimate Su Mo in the slightest. A moment later, he made his move.
Zheng!
With a flick of his finger, a resounding zither note rang out. It was like a treasured sword leaving its sheath, like thunder