"Just a little more!"
"Damn it, this slippery eel dodges fast."
His tactic had failed.
Chen Mo couldn't help feeling disappointed.
He had intended to bait his opponent by pretending he hadn't reacted, then use a Substantial Clone to draw his attention.
Then he would seize the opening to use the Blade of Destruction's Watch and severely wound his opponent's kidneys.
Who would have thought this old eel could react so quickly?
Having dodged the attack, Long Xiaoyao felt a wave of lingering fear.
That was close!
If I hadn't reacted fast enough...
I would have gone down today.
He would have had nothing to say if he had fallen to an opponent of the same level.
That would simply mean he, Long Xiaoyao, was outmatched!
But if he fell to a Soul Saint, how could he ever show his face on the continent again?
"What kind of blade is that?"
Long Xiaoyao stared fixedly at the Blade of Destruction's Watch in Chen Mo's hand.
The inexplicable pressure that blade exerted on him...
Was no weaker than the dragon might from earlier.
At the same time, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.
How could a mere Soul Saint have so many trump cards?
Chen Mo put away the Blade of Destruction's Watch and replied, "A kitchen knife!"
"Some kitchen knife!"
"In all these years, you're the only Soul Saint who has managed to pique my interest!"
Long Xiaoyao abandoned his earlier teasing attitude, that of an old man toying with a child.
In its place came seriousness.
A breeze swept past.
Long Xiaoyao vanished from the spot like a phantom.
Boom!
A deafening explosion suddenly rang out.
Smoke billowed where Chen Mo had stood, and a mass of sand and stones shot into the sky.
"Impressive footwork!"
Looking at the enormous