It was not only Shangguan Hao who believed Su Mo was dead; everyone else watching the battle thought so as well.
For there was not the slightest trace of life force where Su Mo had fallen.
This meant Su Mo was already dead, his corpse buried beneath the endless rubble.
The crowd sighed repeatedly. This Su Mo's strength was truly heaven-defying. With such low cultivation, he had actually managed to exchange several moves with Shangguan Hao.
Moreover, despite being only at the Martial King Realm Third Layer, Su Mo's strength was clearly no weaker than that of an ordinary Martial Emperor Realm Second Layer martial artist.
In terms of the ability to fight above one's level alone, Su Mo even surpassed Shangguan Hao!
Quite a few experts felt regret in their hearts. Such a monstrous genius had actually fallen just like this. What a pity!
However, no one could say much. After all, Su Mo had overestimated himself and come seeking death of his own accord.
Huangfu Qing sighed. The Yellow Springs Sacred Sect had originally planned to take Su Mo back and dig out some of the secrets he carried, but they had not expected him to perish outright.
Perhaps this was for the best. Once dead, all troubles were gone!
Huangfu Qing shook his head helplessly.
"No! Impossible!" Xi'er's face instantly turned deathly pale. She kept shaking her head, as though refusing to believe this fact.
Scene after scene from the past flashed through Xi'er's mind, and the beautiful memories from several years ago surged endlessly into her thoughts.
Xi'er wept, tears pouring down like rain.
She regretted it beyond measure—regretted her own uselessness, regretted that she had not stopped Su Mo from challenging Shangguan Hao.
But now, everything was too late. Nothing could be undone!
Qian Xun