"Hoo!"
Just as Mo Wangchen's voice fell, a whistling sound of sword echoed as the black heavy sword was thrust forward by him forcefully, shattering the void.
"Not good!"
Su Mao's expression changed drastically, instinctively wanting to defend himself, as infinite spiritual power surged from his body, transforming into layer upon layer of thick barriers.
"Crack!"
However, the Burning Spirit Sword, with the might of ten thousand kilos, was unstoppable, easily shattering those spiritual barriers.
Like hitting an egg against a rock, Su Mao's defense was utterly vulnerable!
"Bang!"
A loud explosion erupted, and in an instant, he was struck by the black sword's body; the not-so-sharp sword blade crashed directly into his chest, sending Su Mao flying.
He let out a scream, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his complexion turned pale instantly.
The terror of this sword surpassed everyone's imagination, and the enormous impact directly sent Su Mao flying hundreds of zhang away.
