Rumble!
As soon as the indifferent voice fell, Tang Quan's palm print was torn apart with a deafening rumble, collapsing and scattering in all directions.
"Who was that?"
Tang Quan was startled and abruptly turned toward the direction from which the Sword Qi had come.
The others were likewise shocked, all turning to look.
Having narrowly escaped death, a trace of lingering fear flashed through Yin Lige's eyes as he looked over as well.
Not far away, Su Mo, who had been sitting cross-legged without moving, finally rose slowly to his feet.
Spirit Severing Sword in hand, Su Mo wore a calm expression as he walked step by step toward Yin Lige.
"Who is this person? He actually dared to stop Tang Quan. Does he not value his life?"
"He is a Wind Ling Island disciple. He actually broke Tang Quan's palm strike with one sword—he is very strong!"
Those who did not know Su Mo wore expressions of utter bewilderment.
"He is Su Mo!" someone who knew him said.
"What? He is Su Mo? He is actually this powerful!"
"Is he trying to fight Tang Quan? Has he grown tired of living?"
"..."
The surroundings erupted into uproar as everyone watched Su Mo with uncertainty and shock.
Many people wore disdainful expressions. This Su Mo truly had a death wish—he had actually come out to seek death of his own accord!
Many Heavenly Alliance disciples still had killing intent written across their faces. They had spotted Su Mo long ago, but they had been focused on Yin Lige's battle and had not yet had the chance to deal with him.
A faint smile appeared in Qin Qianyue's eyes. Although Su Mo's strength was heaven-defying, she still did not believe he possessed the power to defeat Tang Quan.
Even Yin