Su Xiao Mo had sailed smoothly through life, and within the Peerless Divine Gate, his status had been unmatched.
When had he ever suffered contempt or disdain in his life?
Other than his parents, no one had ever rebuked him even once.
And now, some trash-like Essence Clan person had actually stood high above them and demanded that they kneel?
Where did that sense of superiority come from?
You were trash—didn't you know that yourself?
Most infuriating of all, even the elders and disciples of the Yun Tian Sect had knelt and worshipped this Yu Qiu.
Where were their brains?
Where was their backbone?
Where were their knees?
As human martial artists, they had truly taken groveling to its very limit.
Therefore, Su Xiao Mo attacked directly, without the slightest hesitation.
As a martial artist at the minor accomplishment of Fortune Realm, attacking someone at the great accomplishment stage of Supreme Realm was as easy as turning over his hand, requiring no effort at all.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, before Yu Qiu could react, the terrifying force of the punch slammed heavily into his body.
In an instant, the force exploded, reducing him to ashes.
Yu Qiu, the young man of the Essence Clan, was blasted to death by Su Xiao Mo's punch. His body and soul were annihilated, vanishing like smoke into thin air.
Mo Ling's heart trembled as he struggled to keep himself calm.
Although ever since gaining a master, his confidence had grown, he had embraced lofty ideals, and he had sworn to straighten his spine.
The deeply rooted way of thinking within him had still not been completely erased.
Seeing Yu Qiu killed made his heart shudder violently.
That was an Essence Clan person—a race one rank above the Martial Clan, and far more powerful