Everyone stopped fighting, watching Su Mo stride toward He Lan Shang with uncertainty and suspicion.
For the people of Sixth City and Eighth City, they were more than happy to see Su Mo and He Lan Shang fight among themselves, allowing them to reap the fisherman's profit.
"Though it is not true immortality, before you, it is immortality!"
He Lan Shang spoke fearlessly, narrowing his eyes as his expression turned somewhat grave.
Although he did not fear Su Mo, he was not confident he could defeat him either. After all, even that immensely powerful palm strike from before had failed to injure Su Mo.
However, as a member of the Undying Race, he was born into an invincible position and therefore had no fear of Su Mo.
"Then let me experience it for myself!" Su Mo arrived a thousand zhang before He Lan Shang. Sword light flashed in his hand as he slashed straight out.
Facing He Lan Shang, Su Mo did not intend to conceal too much of his strength. He immediately brought out his true power.
The two Myriad Transformations Divine Sword Primordial Spirits, the Undefeated Battle Qi Primordial Spirit, and his bloodline power were all activated.
The might of this strike was peerless. Not only did its sword might surge through the nine heavens and its sharpness stand unrivaled, it also carried a supreme battle intent, vast and turbulent.
This battle intent was incomparably powerful, as though it could fight heaven and earth and destroy all things. It pressed down like hundreds of millions of great mountains.
A distance of a thousand zhang could be crossed in an instant with a sweep of Sword Qi.
"What?" Sensing the might of Su Mo's strike, He Lan Shang's expression changed. The attack was simply too powerful—so powerful that he