Duan Jingtian and the others arrived quickly, all landing on the plaza.
Duan Jingtian cast Su Mo a cold glance, his face expressionless. Behind him, seven or eight core disciples of the Heavenly Alliance stared at Su Mo with killing intent written across their faces.
Su Mo sneered and called out, "You trash from the Heavenly Alliance, do you still want to fight?"
Su Mo's words instantly froze the atmosphere in the square, filling it with the sharp scent of gunpowder.
Intense killing intent surfaced in Duan Jingtian's eyes, and several Heavenly Alliance members behind him showed anger as well. However, their strength was lacking, and none dared step forward to confront Su Mo.
"Su Mo, arrogant people usually do not live long!"
Duan Jingtian said coldly.
"Is that so?"
Su Mo neither confirmed nor denied it, teasing, "When you, Duan Jingtian, were so arrogant that you thought no one in the world could compare to you, why didn't you say that?"
"Humph!"
Duan Jingtian snorted coldly and stopped looking at Su Mo. He could not be bothered with Su Mo, because in his heart, Su Mo did not have long to live.
Su Mo, Su Mo, enjoy your pride a little longer. Once the Hundred Peerless Competition is over, both you and that old fool, the Supreme Elder, will die!
Duan Jingtian thought to himself.
Seeing Duan Jingtian fall silent, Su Mo could not be bothered with him either. Though he dearly wanted to kill him now, it was clearly not possible.
With the Island Master stationed on Wind Ling Island, Su Mo had no opportunity at all. Unless he could kill Duan Jingtian with lightning speed, so fast that even the Island Master had no time to intervene. But he did not yet possess such ability.
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