Seeing Su Mo and Yang Tianwei fly up into the starry sky, the other martial artists watching were unwilling to miss such a spectacle and flew up after them.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Yun Youyou's eyes. She did not particularly want to wait, but before Su Mo could give her an answer, he had already flown into the starry sky.
"Goddess, let us go watch the battle as well!" Yang Tiancheng said to Yun Youyou with a gentle smile.
He did not want to miss this battle. Watching Su Mo be defeated with his own eyes was an immensely thrilling prospect, and naturally, he did not want to miss it.
"Mm!" Yun Youyou nodded slightly. She was also somewhat curious whether Su Mo could defeat Yang Tianwei. It was only the time it took to burn half an incense stick; she could wait.
Then, Yun Youyou's figure drifted upward as she flew into the starry sky.
Yang Tiancheng hurriedly followed after her.
In the boundless, dark starry sky, Su Mo and Yang Tianwei stood tall facing each other, while a great number of martial artists watched from afar.
"Su Mo, you claimed that you would defeat me within half an incense stick's time. I would like to see whether your strength is truly as great as your boasting!"
Yang Tianwei looked toward Su Mo and shouted loudly. The blade light of the long saber in his hand stretched a thousand zhang, terrifying beyond compare, as though he were holding a gigantic blade that propped up the heavens.
At this moment, Yang Tianwei's eyes held a faintly mocking look, for he simply did not believe that Su Mo possessed the strength to defeat him.
"Enough nonsense. Fight!" Su Mo had no time to waste. With a sharp shout, he