Everyone stared in shock, mouths agape, as if petrified, stupidly watching this scene.
Defeated!
The incomparably powerful An Jian, ranked eighteenth on the Saint King Ranking, had been defeated by Su Mo across two cultivation levels!
Moreover, the entire process had been exceedingly brief. Victory and defeat had been decided with ease.
How was this possible?
At this moment, this was the thought in everyone's heart. Even Elder Jiang found it hard to believe.
None of the Wind Lightning Divine Sect members could believe that Su Mo had so easily defeated An Jian.
With the strength Su Mo had now displayed, he likely already possessed the power of the top ten on the Saint King Ranking.
What a terrifying thing that was.
With a mid-stage Martial Saint realm cultivation, he possessed the combat strength of the top ten on the Saint King Ranking. It was simply unbelievable.
Whoosh!
An Jian, who had been sent flying hundreds of thousands of li through the void, finally came to a stop and steadied himself.
His entire body was in tatters, blood streamed from his mouth, and his aura was extremely unstable. Clearly, he had suffered grave injuries.
"You... how can you be this strong?" An Jian stared fixedly at Su Mo, his heart filled with shock.
A raging sea had been stirred up in his heart. He knew better than anyone just how powerful his previous sword strike had been.
Even a prodigy ranked tenth on the Saint King Ranking might not have been able to catch it barehanded, yet Su Mo had caught it.
"There is nothing impossible." Su Mo's expression was calm, without the slightest ripple.
"You are only at the mid-stage Martial Saint realm. It is absolutely impossible for you to be this strong. Did you conceal your cultivation?" An