Su Mo sprang into action without warning, a sharp sword flash slashed toward Wu Kui. The sword light appeared without the slightest sign, swift as the Nine Heavens Gale, reaching Wu Kui in the blink of an eye.
Gale Edge!
Su Mo struck with incomparably swift speed, determined to kill one of them with thunderous force.
Although all of them joining forces still could not threaten Su Mo, they would ultimately prove somewhat troublesome for him.
As long as he killed one Spirit Martial Realm expert, he would be able to intimidate the others.
Wu Kui was among those more seriously injured.
Moreover, Wu Kui bore the strongest killing intent toward Su Mo, having declared from the outset that he would skin him alive and pull out his tendons.
Therefore, Su Mo did not hesitate to choose Wu Kui as his target.
Pfft!
A fine head soared high into the air, followed by a jet of blood shooting skyward.
Wu Kui's head rolled across the ground, his eyes still wide open. Even in death, he had no idea how he had died.
"What?"
Scarlet blood splashed across everyone's faces. They froze for a moment, then hastily retreated, quickly widening the distance between themselves and Su Mo.
No one had expected Su Mo to suddenly erupt and kill someone.
"Su Mo, you actually killed Wu Kui?"
Yan Qi's face was filled with shock as he stared at Su Mo in disbelief.
Everyone felt a chill run through their hearts. Su Mo's strength seemed extraordinarily formidable.
Whoosh!
Su Mo flashed forward, cutting off the path by which they could leave.
"You have ten breaths to hand over all your Storage Bags. Otherwise, your fates will be the same as his."
Su Mo swept his cold gaze over the crowd and spoke indifferently.