"Murong Wudi actually wanted to fight Su Mo? Su Mo was bound to lose this time!"
"Murong Wudi's talent was nothing short of monstrous. He would surely enter the continent's Ten Thousand Venerables Ranking in the future!"
"Haha! With Murong Wudi making a move, among all the True Gang Realm Third Layer martial artists in the Heavenly Spirit Sect, who could possibly stand against him!"
The crowd erupted into discussion, and the entire gorge instantly came alive.
The young man in purple robes was incomparably handsome, his face as though carved by axe and blade, sharply defined. His brows were like swords, his eyes like stars, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. His entire bearing was exceptionally noble.
This man was named Murong Wudi. Within the Heavenly Spirit Sect, virtually everyone knew of him, not only because of his talent, but also because he was the Sect Master's Personal Disciple.
Everyone stared fixedly at Murong Wudi in the sky, their blazing gazes filled with all manner of emotions—envy, worship, affection, admiration, and more.
Murong Wudi stood proudly in the void, paying no attention to the crowd. He merely gazed at Su Mo on the battle platform below.
"Do you dare fight?" Murong Wudi asked flatly.
Su Mo stood upon the battle platform and looked at Murong Wudi overhead, somewhat surprised. This man was actually the Sect Master's Personal Disciple! And his name was certainly domineering enough!
"I already said that anyone below the Fourth Layer of True Gang Realm may challenge me!"
Su Mo spoke with a smile, his words brimming with invincible confidence. Yet he felt no fear whatsoever. Forget the Sect Master's disciple—even if the Sect Master himself wished to fight him at the same cultivation level, he would not fear him in the slightest.
"Very