Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong also suffered defeat at Su Mo's hands in succession.
The two of them only managed to last three or four moves against Su Mo before retreating in defeat.
Having devoured the dragon luck of the two, Su Mo's dragon luck had already reached ninety-one zhang.
Soon, Su Mo encountered Wusheng, the foremost swordsman of the younger generation.
On the battle stage, two figures stood facing each other a hundred meters apart.
The entire martial arena was unusually quiet, for a duel between top-tier swordsmen was a rare sight indeed.
Su Mo stood with a tall and upright posture, his gaze fixed intently on Wusheng opposite him.
Wusheng wore a grey robe, and his hitherto expressionless face finally revealed a trace of solemnity.
Su Mo's strength had long since been revealed in these past few matches, clearly surpassing his own by a margin.
However, Wusheng knew that he was not without a chance.
In a duel between swordsmen, victory or defeat often hung by a mere hair's breadth. Even if Su Mo's strength was superior to his, he still had hope of winning.
"Su Mo, your sword is very formidable. I've been looking forward to this battle!"
Wusheng spoke up.
"I'm looking forward to it just as much!"
Su Mo nodded. Exchanging blows with a top-tier swordsman caused the fighting intent within him to surge and erupt.
Wusheng's sword was not carried on his back, but rather hung at his waist. His hand slowly rested upon the hilt, his sharp gaze locked firmly onto Su Mo as First Rank Paragon sword intent permeated the void.
"Void Annihilation!"
Wusheng's figure flashed, rapidly closing the distance with Su Mo. His sword left its scabbard, and a streak of black Sword Qi, resembling a distorted beam of light, struck