Inside the Inner Sect Plaza, a surging crowd of people had gathered seven or eight hundred strong in a short moment.
Su Mo and Qi Feiyu stood facing each other in the plaza, while a large number of Wind Ling Island disciples and elders stood at the outer perimeter to watch.
Various noisy discussions rose and fell in waves.
"Do you guys think Su Mo can defeat Qi Feiyu?"
"Difficult, extraordinarily difficult. Su Mo is only at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Level Peak cultivation. How easy can it be to defeat Qi Feiyu of the True Spirit Realm Second Layer!"
"Not necessarily. Su Mo's battle prowess defies the heavens. Last time Qi Feiyu didn't even kill him, and he actually injured Qi Feiyu instead!"
"Last time Qi Feiyu underestimated his opponent and was far too careless!"
In the arena, Qi Feiyu held a long spear in his right hand and lifted his left arm. He glanced at his own bald left arm that lacked a palm, a look of bitter venom flashing through his eyes.
"Su Mo, last time you crippled my left hand. This time I'm going to pierce your head and repay this with your blood!"
Glaring at the opposite Su Mo, Qi Feiyu gnashed his teeth.
"Qi Feiyu, ever since you went to the outer sect to kill me last time, today's outcome was already destined!"
Su Mo wore a blank expression, looking indifferently at Qi Feiyu as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Oh? What kind of outcome is there today?"
Qi Feiyu smiled disdainfully and spoke.
Su Mo did not answer. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly struck.
Stepping forward, Su Mo's figure shot toward Feiyu like a sharp arrow. The distance between the two of them was