"Were you all members of the Rain Clan?"
Su Mo stood in the air above the small city, gazing calmly at the dozen or so people opposite him. As still as an ancient well, he hardly seemed like a Core Formation Cultivator facing a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
In the small city beneath his feet, many people had already died at their hands. Blood flowed into the streets, a horrifying sight.
Su Mo looked up at the Nascent Soul man among the dozen or so people facing him from afar. Apart from this Nascent Soul Cultivator, the others were all at Core Formation, and the aura of cultivation emanating from this Nascent Soul elder placed considerable pressure even on Su Mo.
"Core Formation?" Yu Wendong narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at Su Mo.
Su Mo's sudden appearance had made him wary for a moment, but when he discovered the aura of cultivation around Su Mo, he immediately grew alert again.
He had not concealed his cultivation. By rights, the other man should have been able to recognize his Nascent Soul cultivation, yet instead of fleeing, he had actually stepped forward.
Yu Wendong spread his divine sense, searching the surroundings to see whether anyone else lay in ambush, waiting to launch a sneak attack.
"No need to search. I'm the only one here," Su Mo said calmly.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over Su Mo's white clothes and white hair, bathing his whole body in crimson. His white hair hung down his back, dancing in the wind. His white Confucian Robe carried wisps of literary aura and pressed against his body in the wind, its broad hem fluttering.
With his thoughts exposed by Su Mo, Yu Wendong felt somewhat annoyed, but he relaxed a little nonetheless. A trace of curiosity