Whoosh!
The entire venue erupted in uproar.
Countless gazes across heaven and earth revealed astonishment.
"How is that possible? It didn't inflict even the slightest injury on Chen Mo."
"That's too monstrous, isn't it? Wuji Zi is at the Half-Step Reincarnation Realm, yet he couldn't hurt Chen Mo at all. What kind of freakish defense is that?"
Quiet murmurs rose through heaven and earth.
Even the Profound Heaven Holy Son had a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"Barely passable." Only now, after Chen Mo had fought for so long, did the Demon God offer a calm assessment.
Yet in her eyes, he was merely barely passable.
"This is about to get interesting."
Within the Cloud Gazing Holy Land, the bearded man who had been drunk and asleep suddenly opened his eyes. He uncorked his wine gourd, took another drink, and spoke.
"I thought the Demon Realm only had people like Youming Mu who were worth fighting. I didn't expect another surprise to appear." Within the Immortal Holy Land, a burly young man curled his lips.
"As expected." Within the Ling Shuang Holy Land, Miao Zhen suddenly uttered those words softly.
On the plaza.
Chen Mo put away his Kunpeng Wings and said with faint mockery in his voice, "This is the power of the Half-Step Reincarnation Realm you were talking about?"
As Wuji Zi looked at Chen Mo, who had withstood his storm-like assault, his expression finally darkened slightly. His eyes turned cold as he said indifferently, "I didn't expect you to have some skill."
He had originally believed that Chen Mo would surely be injured by that move, but it seemed he had miscalculated.
Clearly, he had underestimated Chen Mo's strength.
"Oh? So you still have other tricks?"
Chen Mo shrugged, then said, "Then use them all at