After killing Fan Jing, Su Mo shook his head disdainfully. If Fan Jing had not chosen to clash with him head-on, he would not have died so quickly!
Given Fan Jing's strength, if Su Mo had not used his trump cards, it might have taken some effort to kill him!
Immediately afterward, Su Mo took Fan Jing's Storage Ring, then placed Fan Jing's body, split into two halves, into the spirit beast pouch and continued waiting for others to challenge him.
This martial competition was also an opportunity for Su Mo—an aboveboard opportunity to plunder. If he could kill a few more people, the wealth he obtained would surely be astonishing.
As the top experts among the Heavenley Spirit Sect's Outer Disciples, these people surely did not lack wealth.
From within the spirit beast pouch, Little Eight's emotions surged violently, making a faint smile curl across Su Mo's lips.
Su Mo secretly guessed that after devouring so many experts, how far would Little Eight's strength soar?
It could probably rise three or four realms. If it devoured a few more people, it might even catch up to his cultivation.
Above the Nine Peaks, there was a deathly silence as everyone stared blankly at the scene.
After a short while, gasps rang out one after another.
Everyone was completely stunned, staring incredulously at Su Mo on the battle platform. Fan Jing had actually been killed by a single sword strike!
One move!
Another single move!
Shi Ying had been instantly killed in one move, and Fan Jing, who possessed the strength of a True Profound Realm First Layer martial artist, had likewise been instantly killed in one move!
Just how powerful had Su Mo become?
Everyone's hearts shook violently. If Su Mo instantly killing Shi Ying had already been heaven-defying, then