Two equally towering manifestations of Dharma Heaven, Image Earth drifted behind Su Mo.
One held a book in her hands; the other held the Torrent Sword that had just struck.
Wen Ge looked at Su Mo as he turned, met the boundlessly icy gaze of his supreme Divine Image, and shuddered violently.
Hong Xia, however, frowned and looked at Su Mo in confusion.
"Who told you to interfere?"
Su Mo's voice was as cold as if it had come from Nine Nether, as though he were a merciless god of slaughter.
Hong Xia's delicate brows knitted tightly, and she said in displeasure, "Don't you know what's good for you? I saved you, and now you're blaming me?"
The sword in Su Mo's hand hummed and trembled. He drew a deep breath and glanced at the two of them with what seemed like disgust.
"What business was it of yours?"
He had been fighting Nameless fair and square, but Hong Xia's sneak attack had turned the battle into a travesty.
Had he wanted Nameless dead, he would have used the Book of Life and Death long ago.
In truth, Su Mo and Nameless had been evenly matched just then.
Without Hong Xia's intervention, both he and Nameless would have been gravely wounded!
But grave wounds meant little to Su Mo... He wanted to show respect to this unusual enemy who was so much like him.
That was why he had not used the Book of Life and Death, choosing instead to fight fair and square.
He simply had not expected anyone to launch a sneak attack while both of them were wholly absorbed in their battle!
Seeing the cold disgust in Su Mo's eyes, Wen Ge suddenly felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Unlike Hong Xia, however,