An Jian was enraged, and all the Shadow Race experts were equally furious.
Su Mo had come to their Shadow Race, and before everyone's eyes, he had attacked An Jian without a word. This was simply a contemptuous disregard for the Shadow Race.
"Su Mo, are you courting death?" Elder An Yuan roared in fury, profound energy surging in his hand as he prepared to strike at any moment.
However, Su Mo had no intention of wasting words. With a flash, he charged straight at An Jian.
"Insolent!"
Elder An Yuan was completely enraged. He stretched out his hand and sent a palm strike flying toward Su Mo.
However, since they were within the Shadow Race territory, Elder An Yuan had his misgivings and did not dare to strike with his full strength. Otherwise, the entire tribe would be destroyed.
Even so, this palm strike was incomparably powerful, containing the force to topple mountains and overturn seas.
The other Shadow Race experts all descended, preparing to block the shockwaves and prevent the aftermath from sweeping through the tribe.
Whoosh!
Su Mo was swift to the extreme. He turned a blind eye to the incoming palm imprint and charged directly toward it.
"Break!"
Swordly might surged from Su Mo's body, his bloodline power roiling. With a savage slash of his sword, he tore the palm imprint apart.
Passing through the palm imprint, he arrived before An Jian in an instant.
"What?"
An Jian's expression changed drastically. He knew Su Mo's strength well—how could he dare fight him? He immediately retreated without pause.
However, since Su Mo intended to capture An Jian alive, how could he let him escape?
He spread his hand, and a gigantic palm of Chaos Power, carrying heaven-shaking might, grabbed directly at An Jian.
For this strike, Su