Boom!
Before Su Mo reached the city wall, an explosion erupted from the shattered wall. Bricks and stones shot in all directions as Xuan Feng's figure soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light and racing toward the horizon.
"Trying to run?"
A trace of mockery flashed through Su Mo's eyes. He then swept his arm, and the spirit sword in the distance immediately flew beneath his feet.
Whoosh!
Standing atop the spirit sword, Su Mo's speed surged severalfold as he rapidly pursued Xuan Feng.
As a peak True Profound Realm Third Layer martial artist, Xuan Feng flew extremely fast. In the span of a single breath, he had already traveled a hundred li away.
Yet no matter how fast Xuan Feng was, he could not possibly be faster than Su Mo. With Sword Flight, Su Mo's speed was comparable to that of a martial king realm expert.
In but an instant, Su Mo had closed the distance between them.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Su Mo rapidly gaining on him, Xuan Feng's expression became incomparably ugly. This spirit sword could actually be used like this?
Xuan Feng was in a rather wretched state. His face was smeared with dust, his hair was disheveled, and traces of blood remained at the corners of his mouth. His clothes had been shredded into strips, revealing the dark-golden inner armor beneath.
Rage burned in Xuan Feng's heart. He had never imagined that this attempt to hunt down Su Mo would not only end in failure, but would instead threaten his own safety.
He still had trump cards. As a Peerless Heavenly Prodigy on the Thousand Prodigies Ranking, how could he possibly lack trump cards?
However, Su Mo was far too powerful now. Xuan Feng knew full well that even if he used his