The Witch Tribe members' faces grew increasingly ugly as they watched Su Mo display his divine might.
However, they no longer cared about the outcome of the Heavenly Dragon Hegemony, because the Witch Tribe had already been defeated.
And Su Mo, whether he won or lost, was doomed to die today.
As countless people outside were stunned, within the Kunyun Small World, Su Mo moved like lightning and rapidly closed in on Hei Yao Huang.
Hei Yao Huang had been sent flying by Su Mo's sword. The scales on his body had been shattered, his body nearly cleaved apart, exposing ghastly white bones as blood streamed all over him.
The Black Scale Tribe's renowned, powerful defense was still utterly vulnerable before Chaos Sword Qi.
"Accept defeat!" Su Mo repeatedly swung the Flying Insect Greatsword, instantly slashing out dozens of times. Dozens of sharp Sword Qis swept toward Hei Yao Huang in a fan-shaped formation.
The all-encompassing Sword Qi was unmatched in might, its vast sword might surging upward against the nine heavens.
"What?" Hei Yao Huang's expression changed drastically. Under Su Mo's attack, every route of escape had been sealed off. There was nowhere for him to evade.
A shadow of despair instantly enveloped his heart, draining his face of all color.
Hei Yao Huang was no fool. He knew that under this attack, he would very likely perish completely.
His expression twisted wildly, his heart filled with unwillingness and shock. As a genius invincible among those of the same rank, he had actually been defeated today by someone two cultivation levels below him. It was simply unimaginable.
His invincible confidence completely collapsed at that moment.
Seeing the Sword Qi about to strike him, Hei Yao Huang retreated at full speed while taking out his jade token.
He gave Su