"What's going on?"
Su Mo grew anxious. He actually could not collect the Billion Demonic Sword?
Could it be because the sword was too large and too heavy? Was his strength insufficient to collect it? Or was there some other reason?
Su Mo was filled with uncertainty. Fortunately, ever since he had begun pulling the demonic sword, it had stopped trembling and no longer spewed Demonic Fiendish Qi.
That meant the army of demonic souls would no longer increase, relieving some of the pressure on him.
Immediately, Su Mo circulated all the true essence in his body and prepared to try pulling out the demonic sword again, but the others had already rushed over.
Dozens of dazzling lights tore through the air. All manner of Sword Qi, saber Qi, and fist radiance converged, striking Su Mo's true essence palm and instantly shattering it to pieces.
The black-robed young man from Blood Luo Hall, however, did not attack Su Mo's true essence palm. Instead, he threw a punch directly at Su Mo's body.
"Die!"
A blood-red fist seal shot through the void, its soaring blood Qi dyeing even the heavens crimson.
This punch was incomparably powerful. The fist seal was like a mountain, its might shaking the skies. The vast ripples of Forceful Energy were considerably stronger than those of an ordinary True Gang Realm First Layer martial artist.
The Blood Luo Hall youth knew Su Mo was extraordinary, so he intended to kill Su Mo first before seizing the Billion Demonic Sword.
"You really are courting death!"
Su Mo could no longer endure it. These people had obstructed him time and again, and they had already stirred his intent to kill.
"Fine. I'll destroy all of you first, then collect the demonic sword!"
Killing intent flashed sharply in Su Mo's