Sheng Wenjie Is Jealous

"Go to hell!"

Mo Tao roared and charged at Wang Hao with the agility of a twisting serpent.

At the same time, the short sword in Mo Tao's hand moved with extreme cunning, transforming into countless afterimages that stabbed toward Wang Hao's neck, brow, heart, and other vital points, sending chills down the spines of the spectators.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a Sword Light flashed, and a clear Sword Sound rang sharply throughout the area.

Wang Hao held the Heavenly Devil Giant Sword, which erupted with dazzling lightning.

In that instant, the spectators' expressions changed. Wang Hao now resembled a sharp sword baring its edge, and in terms of presence, he was not inferior to Mo Tao, a Martial Venerable.

Yet in the next second, the spectators all began to sigh.

"That Wang Xiao Bai is definitely an extraordinary genius, but he is far too arrogant."

"Exactly. Does he really think that having the Ancient Gods' inheritance makes him invincible?"

"The funniest thing is that he actually wants to fight a Martial Venerable with Martial Emperor cultivation. Isn't that simply courting death!?"

"Even if he is a Super Race, he cannot cross two major realms to defeat a Martial Venerable from the Higher Human Race."

"That's right. Nothing like this has ever happened in the universe."

"That kid is dead for sure. This is the consequence of overestimating himself!"

"..."

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Just then, the sharp sounds of wind tearing grew louder and louder. Mo Tao's attacks became increasingly fierce, crashing toward Wang Hao like raging waves.

"Tch!"

Wang Hao curled his lips and shifted his steps lightly. Like a lone boat riding the waves on a vast ocean, no matter how tricky Mo Tao's attacks were, they still could not touch even a corner of his clothing.

"How is this possible!?"