Swoosh! Swoosh!
Su Mo and Duan Jingtian landed on the fighting ring. Their blade-sharp eyes were fixed on each other.
"Su Mo, nobody will save you this time!" Duan Jingtian had murderous eyes, and he snarled, "You will die!"
"Duan Jingtian, I'm going to say the same thing to you." Su Mo smirked in disdain and did not care about his opponent's words, because he was incredibly confident now.
Duan Jingtian shook his head and said, "I know you're strong. So am I!"
He was also quite confident in killing Su Mo. If he cannot kill Su Mo this time, with Su Mo's incredibly fast cultivating progress, nobody could kill Su Mo in the future.
"Have you done with your bullsh*t? I am your death!" Su Mo said coldly.
After saying so, he ran the nine Spiritual Spirals, getting ready for a quick move to slay Duan Jingtian.
"Gosh, they hate each other so much that they're fighting to the death!"