Could Qin Luo kill Mo Shuang?
Naturally, he could, but that did not mean he could do it in a single strike.
Qin Luo was strong, but his combat power was still only King Rank, Mid-Tier. Only when using the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art could he reach King Rank, High-Tier, or even King Rank, Peak-Tier...
If he added the Human Emperor Banner on top of that, his combat power could steadily reach King-Rank Peak.
But this was his personal showcase. Before these future subordinates of the Dao Yan Alliance, he had to display the formidable strength of Qin Luo.
The strong were revered.
No matter how slick one's tongue was, it could not match the might of a single sword.
"Qin Luo, number one on the King Ranking?"
"That's him! Xu Zhihan has coveted his position for a long time."
"Tch... Xu Zhihan is only eleventh on the King Ranking. She wants to covet first place? Are you joking? There are ten whole ranks between first and eleventh."
Some people were as close to Xu Zhihan as kin, and naturally, others did not get along with her at all.
When facing external enemies, the Dao Yan First Universe could naturally stand united against the outside world. But internally, factions existed as well, and clashes between those who disliked each other were a common sight.
Inside the Human Emperor Banner, Xi Huang lifted Xu Zhihan's smooth chin and sneered, "A mere eleventh place on the King Ranking—who gave you the courage to think you could fight my master?"
"Was it that frosty, aloof aura of yours?"
"Hehe..."
Smack!
Xi Huang viciously lashed her whip through the air.
"Then I really want to see whether you have a different sort of flavor."
"Let me vet you for my master."
Xu Zhihan felt the