Su Mo stood against the wind, the Human Emperor Sword in hand, his white, dragon-patterned imperial robe swaying in the breeze...
Kill me at close quarters... Su Mo said nothing when he heard this.
Su Mo raised the Human Emperor Sword in his hand. It gave a faint ring... answering his fighting spirit with that ringing note.
It was a sword of the human world, guarding its mortal dust. Why should it fear... slaying immortals?
Several Spirit Transformation Immortal Cultivators skilled in close combat stopped casting their spells and charged toward Su Mo in the void with immortal weapons in hand.
An old Spirit Transformation cultivator silently appeared behind Su Mo, raised his greatsword, and thrust it at him.
Boom!
A dull sound reached the old Spirit Transformation cultivator's ears. His eyes widened as he stared at Su Mo in disbelief.
He was a Sword Cultivator; close combat was his forte. Yet this full-strength thrust from a Spirit Transformation cultivator had only pierced Su Mo's flesh and could go no farther.
Looking down, he saw that the dazzling golden Human Emperor Sword was likewise buried in his own chest.
Su Mo turned his head coldly, looked at the old Spirit Transformation cultivator, and said in an icy voice, "You want to destroy my flesh?"
Trembling all over, the old Spirit Transformation cultivator looked at the Human Emperor Sword piercing his chest, then raised his eyes toward Su Mo's head of white hair, fluttering in the wind mere inches away. "This... is impossible!" he said shakily.
"Nothing is impossible..." Su Mo twisted the Human Emperor Sword inside him. "If I let you destroy my flesh, the Divine Race senior would surely be disappointed that he awakened a layer of Divine Sense for me..."
The sword slid free, and the old Spirit