Yan Xing staggered to his feet, his face filled with shock.
"Su Mo, I never expected your strength to be this formidable. It truly exceeded my expectations!"
Yan Xing's face darkened like still water, venom flashing through his eyes. "However, you injured me today. One day, I will repay you a hundredfold!"
"Repay me a hundredfold? Do you have the strength for that?"
Su Mo sneered.
"Hmph! We'll see!"
Yan Xing snorted coldly, then looked at the other two. "Let's go."
With that, Yan Xing turned around and prepared to leave with the two injured men.
Not only had he failed to kill Su Mo this time, but he had been injured by Su Mo instead and lost several men. Fury surged through his heart like raging waves.
Still, a wise man did not fight when the odds were against him. He was clearly no match for Su Mo now. Once he told Yan Qi about Su Mo, and Yan Qi took action, could Su Mo possibly survive?
"Yan Xing, did I say you could leave?"
At that moment, Su Mo suddenly shouted coldly and stepped forward, blocking the three men's path.
The two Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation disciples were startled. As though facing a great enemy, they stared at Su Mo with wary expressions.
"Su Mo, are you trying to steal our Demonic Cores too?"
Yan Xing's face turned icy as he gritted his teeth.
"I don't just want your Demonic Cores. I want your lives as well!"
Su Mo shook his head and spoke indifferently.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yan Xing froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. Mockingly, he said, "Su Mo, you dare kill me? Do you know what the consequences of killing me will be?"
Yan Xing's face was full of disdain. With