บท 1129: Wu Sen

There were hundreds of millions of martial artists in the Emperor Xuan Mountain Range. However, it was very silent.

Everyone stared up at the young man in the sky. He had stayed at the summit and dared to invite a Martial Emperor Realm expert to a battle.

Many people who knew Su Mo or were acquainted with him were in something of a trance.

It seemed that he had become a top expert from a junior genius in such a short instant. He took so little time that the others found it difficult to adapt.

He sat cross-legged in the void quietly, closing his eyes and calming his breath with fixed attention.

He had consumed a lot of blood essence to forge 15 Natal Spiritual Swords. He was exhausted and dispirited. Thus, he must reach peak status again within the shortest time.

Time went by slowly and the Emperor Xuan Mountain Range gradually became noisy again. The din reached the sky.

"Su Mo looks very confident!"