High in the sky, Su Mo naturally sensed that Murong Wudi's aura had weakened greatly, indicating that his Astral Origin was about to run dry.
"Murong Wudi, admit defeat!"
Su Mo shouted softly. The Sky Punishing Sword flashed brilliantly, and streams of Sword Qi blanketed the heavens as they twisted toward his opponent, leaving him not the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Although the other man's Astral Origin was nearly exhausted, if he were given a moment to breathe, he could fully rely on pills to restore it. Thus, Su Mo immediately launched a fierce assault, giving him no opportunity at all.
"Break!"
Murong Wudi retreated violently, both fists striking out in unison as his Astral Origin condensed into mountains and continuously crushed Su Mo's attacks.
At this moment, Murong Wudi's expression was extremely grim. Su Mo's strength had surpassed his expectations. Among those of the same cultivation, this was the first time he had been forced into such a state.
"Martial Soul, emerge!"
Murong Wudi immediately used the power of his Martial Soul. Only by using it did he still have a chance to turn defeat into victory. Otherwise, he would truly lose.
Because at this point, the Astral Origin within him could not sustain even a few more moves!
Murong Wudi's Martial Soul was an enormous phantom, a vast miniature mountain range. Its peaks rose and fell in endless succession, too numerous to count.
Moreover, this mountain range Martial Soul was as high as Heaven-grade First Rank!
"Thousand Mountain Profound Gravity Fist!"
Murong Wudi unleashed his Peak Strike once more, draining every last drop of Astral Origin from his body. This strike was incomparably powerful. Its vast fist force shattered the void and made heaven and earth tremble, its might more than doubling from before.
This was