To Mo Yun, Su Tian was merely a Three-Star Da Dou Shi.
With his strength as a Five-Star Da Dou Shi, killing Su Tian would take no more than a thought.
"Hmph! You arrogant, insolent brat! Since you've run into me, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
Mo Yun stamped down hard, his figure instantly swooping toward Su Tian like a vulture. He sneered as the longsword in his hand traced a vicious flourish.
At the same time, Mo Yun's gaze flicked toward Qing Mu in the distance.
He had originally worried that Qing Mu would launch a surprise attack while he charged at Su Tian.
What Mo Yun had not expected was for Su Tian to be so conceited, actually boasting that he would fight him alone.
Had he not been wary of Qing Mu standing nearby, Mo Yun probably would have burst into uncontrollable laughter.
He's still just a greenhorn, after all. A few words from me were enough to provoke him into losing his reason!
An icy gleam of mockery flickered in Mo Yun's eyes. His lips curled as he sneered inwardly.
It was as though he could already see Su Tian dying at his hands.
"Wind Firmament Sword Shadows!"
As Mo Yun shouted, Dou Qi surged out of his body and gathered in his longsword, rapidly forming faintly illusory green sword shadows that circled the blade.
Then Mo Yun abruptly accelerated. Seeing Su Tian's still-calm face, he sneered and slashed his longsword straight at Su Tian's head.
"Brat, dying at my hands is a blessing for you!"
The instant he finished speaking, Mo Yun's longsword swept down. The green sword shadows circling it seemed to transform into a vast net of sword energy, hurtling toward Su Tian at incredible speed with