Bang!
The Sword Qi struck the blade, and its overwhelming attack power instantly sent Jiang Wuya flying.
Whoosh!
Like a cannonball hurtling through the air, Jiang Wuya flew backward close to the ground and smashed straight into the crowd.
"Move!"
"Get out of the way!!"
"Ah...!"
Jiang Wuya crashed into the crowd. Several people failed to dodge in time and were knocked sprawling, their cries of pain rising one after another.
Everyone was dumbfounded, utterly stunned by the scene!
Senior Brother Jiang Wuya, ranked tenth in the Outer Palace, had actually lost as well—and so quickly that he could not even withstand a single move from Mo Su.
How was that possible?
This made no sense at all!
This simply was not real!
The outcome was completely different from what everyone had expected. The stark contrast left them unable to react for a while.
A moment later, the entire venue erupted.
"Heavens! This can't be real, can it?"
"Senior Brother Jiang couldn't even block one move?"
"This is absolutely impossible! Mo Su must have concealed his cultivation!"
An uproar swept through the scene as discussions rose into a deafening tide, as though mountains were toppling and seas overturning.
Jiang Wuya was equally stunned. Su Mo's strike had knocked him senseless, and he lay motionless on the ground.
He had suffered a slight internal injury, yet he did not notice it at all. His mind was completely blank.
Only after four or five breaths did Jiang Wuya spring up from the ground.
Staring at Su Mo with a grim face, Jiang Wuya was so furious he nearly coughed up blood.
Earlier, he had boasted that he would let Su Mo have three moves. In the end, he had failed to receive even one. He had truly lost all face!
"Mo Su,