Everyone's eyes widened. At this moment, Su Mo's aura was simply too powerful.
That vast sword might, those heaven-shaking waves of Sword Qi—all of it displayed Su Mo's heaven-defying combat strength.
As the enormous Sword Qi storm bore down on him, Jia Yan had no time to evade and immediately went all out to defend himself.
With a shake of his hands, the ten green vines instantly retracted and wrapped around him, layer upon layer, sealing him up so tightly that not even wind could pass through.
At the same time, Mystic Force surged from Jia Yan's body, forming another thick layer of Mystic Force defense.
In the next instant, the Sword Qi storm descended, swallowing Jia Yan whole with a thunderous crash.
Ah!
A miserable cry rang out. The Mystic Force defense and green vines around Jia Yan's body could not withstand the Sword Qi at all, collapsing and scattering apart.
His body was like a torn sack, flung rapidly backward as blood sprayed across the sky.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Could Jia Yan have perished from that blow?
Su Mo was also slightly startled. He had not expected the other man's defense to be so weak. If this caused a death, it would be troublesome.
Jia Yan's body flew back for more than ten thousand li before finally coming to a stop.
He looked ten times more miserable than Fu Tong. Sword wounds covered his entire body, and blood poured out like columns, though fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Seeing this, Su Mo relaxed slightly. It was good that he had not died.
"Admit defeat! You are no match for me!" Su Mo shouted loudly as he looked toward Jia Yan.
Jia Yan was in a wretched state, his face ashen. Upon hearing Su Mo's words,