บท 1058: An Emperor-to-be's Strike

Su Mo was extremely fast. He got out of Cold Yin City within several breaths. However, the faster he went, the more attention he grabbed.

"Who is that?"

"Stop him!"

"He's fleeing!"

Many members of the Netherworld Devil Sect noticed Su Mo in retreat. Hundreds of mighty fighters gave chase at once.

However, Su Mo was too fast to be caught up with. He took out a Natal Spiritual Sword and drove it to further speed up his escape.

"It's Su Mo!"

"A Spiritual Sword! He must be Su Mo!"

The use of his Spiritual Sword immediately revealed his true identity.

Almost everyone of the Netherworld Devil Sect knew that Su Mo had a Natal Spiritual Sword, which he loved to ride on.

"Catch Su Mo!"

"Kill him!"

The entire Cold Yin City was boiling. "It's Su Mo?" "Su Mo is in Cold Yin City?"

Big deal!