"Very impressive!" Su Mo narrowed his eyes. His mental state was on high alert because he knew that An Jian could give him a thunderous blow at any moment.
The scene was dead silent. Everyone stared intently at the center of the arena, for everyone was very familiar with An Jian's abilities.
The innate divine ability of the Shadow Race was concealment, leaving no trace behind. Ordinary people's spiritual senses simply could not perceive them, making them the most difficult defense to guard against.
This also created the strength of the Shadow Race. Among peers, ordinary human martial artists were simply no match for the Shadow Race, often being slain on the spot before they even discovered the enemy.
It was rumored that the Shadow Race were natural killers and the strongest assassins.
In the distant Primordial Era, the prestige of the Shadow Race resounded throughout the entire universe.
However, because of this, the Shadow Race suffered attacks from many powerful races, leading to their complete decline.
Even today, they had only become an affiliated force of the Overlord Race.
In the void, Su Mo held a greatsword, his expression ancient and waveless as he firmly watched within a radius of ten thousand miles around his body.
As long as An Jian attacked him, he would be able to discover it the very first moment.
Actually, he could also use stealth to make the opponent unable to find him either, but this was not conducive to resolving the battle quickly.
Time slowly passed. After about five breaths of time, An Jian, hidden in the dark, finally made a move.
Hum~
Behind Su Mo, space suddenly fluctuated. A sharp, icy light flashed abruptly, striking straight at the back of Su Mo's heart.
At the same time, sharp murderous intent surged and