"Take my life?"
Su Mo sneered and shook his head. "You're not qualified."
Although the other man was very powerful and ranked over seven hundredth on the Thousand Prodigies Ranking, Su Mo felt no fear at all.
Ji Wenyao narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this. Su Mo's calm composure took him somewhat by surprise.
"Whether you are 'Su Mo' or not makes no difference to me!"
Ji Wenyao said coldly, "I'll say this one last time: leave Black Rock City immediately. I'll naturally explain things to Qingxuan."
As long as he drove Su Mo away, he could be alone with Hong Qingxuan. Wouldn't winning her over then be as easy as taking something from his pocket?
As for Li Feng, he was merely someone without cultivation. Though his physical body seemed somewhat extraordinary, he was still not worth mentioning and could be dismissed with a wave of the hand!
Su Mo sneered inwardly. This man truly thought far too highly of himself. Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought he had some kind of relationship with Hong Qingxuan!
"Don't try to challenge my limits!" Su Mo's gaze turned icy.
"You simply don't know what's good for you!"
Seeing that Su Mo remained so unyielding, Ji Wenyao gave a cold shout. His aura suddenly sharpened, sword phantoms flickering within his eyes. The air seemed filled with invisible sharp swords, slashing toward Su Mo.
At this sight, Su Mo's aura also changed abruptly, becoming equally razor-sharp. His essence and spirit became swords that surged toward Ji Wenyao, engaging him in an invisible clash.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Hissing sounds rang out continuously through the space between them. The air had long since been sliced into fragments, while countless invisible swords collided without cease.
This was a clash of wills!
Sword intent