"If that's all the strength you've got, it wouldn't even count as scratching little Shen's itch!"
Savage Ox's words reached Mo Wushuang's ears and instantly crushed the tiny flicker of hope that had just risen within him.
"Bastard!" Mo Wushuang cursed inwardly. "Could every single member of the Flame Clan be as monstrous as Jiang Feng?"
"If what this Azure-Scaled Golden-Horned Savage Ox says is true, then even if Cold Moon cultivated to the peak of the ninth level of the First Void Realm, he still definitely wouldn't be Shen Xiaohe's match?"
Discussion had already broken out throughout True Martial Pavilion.
Yet the subject of their discussion was Shen Xiaohe.
Inside the martial combat space, Shen Xiaohe simply watched Cold Moon gather his divine skill with an unruffled expression, showing no intention whatsoever of gathering divine power herself to strengthen her defenses.
To others, such calm composure could only mean absolute confidence.
"This woman isn't making any preparations at all, even with Cold Moon gathering a divine skill. Could she truly be that powerful?"
"Impossible, right?"
"With the power of Cold Moon's current sword strike, even Gong Yue, who had previously ranked fifth on the Earth Ranking, wouldn't be able to take it!"
"Could it be that Shen Xiaohe truly possesses strength surpassing the original top five of the Earth Ranking?"
"If any random member of the Flame Clan could step out with such strength, wouldn't that be far too terrifying?"
Within the martial combat space, Shen Xiaohe's composed expression naturally fell into Cold Moon's eyes as well.
Seeing Shen Xiaohe's supremely calm expression, Cold Moon felt both furious and helpless!
Yet at the same time, he was trying to gather as much power as possible into this sword divine skill.
His eyes shifted, his expression hardened, and he thought