Ten thousand demons roared, howling as they swept across the skies, their formidable might shaking heaven and earth.
These manifested demonic beasts seemed as though each possessed strength comparable to a martial king realm expert, incomparably powerful.
Tang Ao's strength was even slightly greater than Xue Tianqiong's had been.
Yet even so, the gap between Tang Ao and Su Mo remained enormous; they were simply not on the same level.
"Destroy!"
Su Mo gave a soft shout. Sword light flashed repeatedly in his hand as several vast Sword Qi swept across the void. Everything before him was obliterated, and all the manifested demonic beasts shattered into rolling waves of air before vanishing into nothingness.
"How is that possible?"
Tang Ao's expression changed. That strike had contained all of his strength, yet Mo Su had destroyed it with a casual wave of his hand. He could scarcely believe it.
Even Ouyang Xiao probably could not have blocked his Phantom Spirit Slash so easily!
"I'll give you one more chance. Use whatever other moves you have!"
Su Mo spoke indifferently. He had not overwhelmingly defeated his opponent in a single strike because he wanted to see what abilities this Outer Palace's second ranked disciple of Emperor Xuan Palace still possessed.
Tang Ao frowned slightly and glanced at the countless disciples watching below, his expression extremely grim.
If he lost today to a True Profound Realm Sixth Layer martial artist, then as the Outer Palace's second ranked disciple, he would have nowhere to put his face.
"Martial Soul, come forth!"
Tang Ao suddenly shouted. A phantom rose behind him, and a massive demonic shadow soared into the sky.
This demonic shadow resembled a fiend. Its entire body was covered in black scales, two horns grew from its head, fangs protruded from its mouth,