Su Mo gave Ouyang Ping a cold glance, then swept his gaze over the surrounding crowd. He sighed and said indifferently, "I had no desire to kill, but too many people were courting death!"
Su Mo's expression was calm, as though he did not take any of them seriously at all.
"Arrogant!"
A cold shout rang out. Ling Tianxiao, his face frosty, stepped forward and said, "Su Mo, rest assured, I won't kill you today. I'll cripple your cultivation first, then hand you over to Senior Brother Yin!"
Hearing this, a faint smile curled across Su Mo's lips. He asked, "Where is Yin Lige?"
Su Mo asked about Yin Lige's whereabouts because he intended to kill Yin Lige after killing these people.
"Once we capture you, you will naturally find out!"
Ling Tianxiao said mockingly.
"After killing you all, I'll go find Yin Lige!"
Su Mo spoke coldly, then abruptly rose to his feet and roared, "Devour!"
Boom!
The Devouring Martial Soul immediately surged forth from Su Mo's body. Its powerful Devouring Power instantly enveloped an area several hundred meters wide.
Above Su Mo's head, his vital energy rose like a sword, while sharp Wind Sword Intent shot straight into the heavens.
Clang!
The Spirit Severing Sword flew from its sheath. Su Mo moved like a gale and instantly closed in on Ling Tianxiao, slashing down with his sword in fury.
"What?"
Ling Tianxiao's face changed drastically. Su Mo was far too fast, and the true qi within his body was being drawn by Su Mo's Devouring Power. He simply could not gather his power quickly enough to defend himself.
Pfft!
Sword light flashed, and blood sprayed.
Ling Tianxiao, second among Wind Ling Island's Inner Disciples, was slain by Su Mo in a single stroke.
"Kill!"
With an angry roar,