Taishi Yuan's face darkened, and a cold, fierce killing intent flashed through his eyes.
No one would feel comfortable hearing words like Su Mo's, much less Taishi Yuan, a top-tier genius.
He had been famous for a long time, possessed exceptional talent, and was destined to become a Martial Saint. Moreover, that day was no longer far away.
Yet today, someone had told him he had only one move to make—and it had come from a Martial Artist of Martial Venerable Realm, Third Layer.
Under normal circumstances, he could have slapped Su Mo to death with one hand.
How could Taishi Yuan not be enraged?
However, he was a top-tier genius after all. His state of mind was steady, and he did not fly into a rage immediately. His expression remained fairly calm.
"I have seen many arrogant geniuses, but never one as arrogant as you!" Taishi Yuan's voice was icy, as though it had risen from beneath the Nine Netherworlds.
As he spoke, a snow-bright saber appeared in his hand. Its saber light was chilling, enough to make one shudder.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you won't make a move, then I will!" Impatience appeared on Su Mo's face. He had no interest in wasting time discussing such pointless matters with the other party.
Besides, the man clearly harbored ill intentions. He had come to avenge Taishi Jue.
"You...!" Taishi Yuan's face immediately turned livid. No matter how good his self-restraint was, he could no longer contain himself.
"Since that is the case, take this!"
Taishi Yuan roared angrily and soared into the air. Saber intent surged skyward from his body, vast and mighty, with boundless sharpness.
He flipped the long saber in his hand, and its blade radiance swelled dramatically, its golden light dazzling.
"Slash!"
With a sweep of