Wu Zuo was determined to kill Su Mo. After all, Su Mo had destroyed the Wu Clan's headquarters in Heavenly Desolate.
Although he had been born on the Divine Path and had never been to Heavenly Desolate, and thus held little attachment to the Heavenly Desolate Wu Clan's headquarters, it was still the birthplace of his Wu Clan.
Therefore, Su Mo's destruction of the Heavenly Desolate Wu Clan headquarters was a towering hatred for every member of the Wu Clan.
The Dragon Clan had also played a part in this enmity. However, the Dragon Clan was too powerful for them to deal with, so they could only target Su Mo first.
"I've encountered many geniuses, and there have been quite a few people like you who thought victory was already in the bag. But they all died!" A disdainful smile curled at Su Mo's lips.
By now, a considerable portion of his Sacred Pill had been restored, and his strength had recovered somewhat. Though he had not returned to his peak, he had enough confidence now.
"Frog at the bottom of a well!" Wu Zuo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The black saber in his hand emitted a grim black radiance.
Bang!
Seeing this, Su Mo stamped his foot and shot into the sky, piercing through the inn's roof and soaring into the heavens.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wu Zuo and the two Overlord Race experts moved at the same time, likewise soaring into the sky as they closely followed Su Mo upward.
Within a few breaths, the three of them had flown ten thousand miles into the sky and come to a halt.
"If you fail to kill me today, I'll kill you another day!"
Su Mo stood in the high sky. With a flash of light