"He did not care about anything in this mortal world. Everything he did depended entirely on his mood.
"When he was in a good mood, he would even save an ordinary person. When he was in a bad mood, he would still kill the holy son of an imperial lineage immortal sect without hesitation."
"Was he very strong?" someone beside him asked.
Hearing the question, the person who had answered earlier fell silent for a moment.
In the end, he raised his head and gazed toward the distant horizon, saying faintly, "In our Nine Provinces Domain, there are two swordsmen publicly acknowledged among the younger generation.
"One is known as the Ling Tian Sword God. His sword is incomparably domineering; whenever he drew it, blood had to be spilled before it could return to its sheath.
"The other is Xiao Mo. It is said that when he fought, he only needed to shout 'Sword comes,' and his longsword could cross endless void to descend here from the distant Other Shore.
"No one has seen his sword, because everyone who saw him draw it was already dead.
"Tell me, is he strong? Even Nanmen Tianhong had to show him some respect."
"How did he compare to Xiang Kunlun?" someone from the Sky Luan Domain asked, clearly unconvinced.
"I have heard of Xiang Kunlun's reputation as well. Since they have never fought, there is no way to compare them, but I still favor Xiao Mo," the man said with a smile.
As everyone discussed this, Mo Thirteen slowly rode over on the Nightmare Steed.
The Nightmare Steed stopped beneath the Vast Tower, and Xu Zimo slowly dismounted.
The moment they saw Xu Zimo, everyone around felt somewhat unfamiliar with him.
"Who is that?"
"No idea. He should be some prodigy from elsewhere."