Chapter 1027: Su Mo Disappeared!

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Fresh blood spurted out of Zhan Luan’s mouth as the Spiritual Sword, together with the sword Qi, rushed into his body. He had suffered severe injuries immediately.

“You’ve lost!” Su Mo said indifferently. He had not tried to kill Zhan Luan, or he would have undoubtedly died.

Su Mo did not do so because he knew that he would still encounter a deathly attack from the Netherworld Devil Sect after his battle with Zhan Luan. He must not offend the Warlord Hall too badly.

Otherwise, he’d be in deep trouble if the Warlord Hall interfered!

“I have not lost yet!”

Zhan Luan yelled, not admitting his defeat.

Another defense shield rose outside Zhan Luan’s body while his aura flared wildly and surged rapidly.

It was evident that Zhan Luan had used a certain secret skill causing his strength to surge rapidly.

“Secret skill!”

Su Mo’s gaze froze when he saw that. He gritted his teeth and immediately mobilized the Three Secret Techniques.

He must not allow Zhan Luan to turn the tide again or he would be the one losing.

Zhan Luan’s aura became wild as his cultivation strength increased by five times.

Su Mo was not any weaker. He drew 20% of his essence, qi, and spirit, causing the Dark Force in his body to surge. His cultivation strength grew by four times.

A long time had passed since Su Mo had last used the Three Secret Techniques, so he could use it again.

However, he dared not draw too much of the essence, qi, and spirit in case he used up too much of them.

“Die!”

Zhan Luan shouted. He stepped forth and charged towards Su Mo, arriving before him within seconds.

Zhan Luan’s iron fist broke through the air, striking Su Mo’s chest viciously.

The fist force was well practiced, condensing all of Zhan Luan’s massive power onto it. It was enough to cause an ordinary Lower Royal weapon to explode.

“You think too highly of yourself!” Su Mo did not back away when he saw that. He waved the Demonic Sword and a powerful Demonic Qi surged forth and attacked.

In an instant, the Demonic Sword and Zhan Luan’s fist collided.

Bang!

There was a loud explosion accompanied by the flowing of blood.

However, the blood was obliterated the moment it appeared and it disappeared without a trace.

Ah!

Zhan Luan screamed as he was tossed into the air. His fist seemed as if it was broken by Su Mo, revealing white bones and rivulets of blood.

Zhan Luan had used his secret skill to bring his cultivation strength up to five times its original state. However, hewas still no match for Su Mo.

This was because his cultivation strength was not strong enough. His physical strength was his greatest asset. The secret skill had only allowed his cultivation skill to grow by five times.

This was completely different for Su Mo. Su Mo’s cultivation strength was several dozen times stronger than his physical strength. Thus, when he expanded it four times, his combined combat strength was much stronger than Zhan Luan’s.

Actually, Su Mo had already held back at the last moment. Otherwise, his sword would have cut off Zhan Luan’s fist.

Swish!

Su Mo did not allow Zhan Luan time to catch his breath. His figure flickered and he quickly ran after Zhan Luan, waving his Demonic Sword. Rays of sword Qi surged towards Zhan Luan.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Zhan Luan tried his best to defend against the attack, but he could no longer hold against Su Mo. He was injured again shortly after the attack, and he sustained several more new wounds which bled incessantly.

Su Mo had not retracted the Sun Realm, and so, Zhan Luan’s blood immediately evaporated the moment it appeared.

Zhan Luan was at his wit’s end not long after, and his aura grew weaker and weaker.

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“Zhan Luan, do you admit your defeat now?”

Then, Su Mo stopped attacking and retracted the Sun Realm. He looked at Zhan Luan indifferently.

Zhan Luan was as white as a sheet and was severely injured. The sword Qi in his body flew wildly and his strength was almost completely expended.

Zhan Luan’s face cycled through a myriad of different expressions when he heard Su Mo’s question. He had never been defeated by someone in his generation and he could not accept it.

“Zhan Luan, you are a rare talent too. You aren’t a sore loser, are you?” Su Mo said sarcastically, deliberately aggravating him.

Sure enough, Zhan Luan took a deep breath and slowly regained his color.

“I admit defeat!” Zhan Luan said with a bitter expression. He did not insist that he had not suffered defeat, and neither did he continue the battle.

He had lost!

A defeat was a defeat. There was nothing that he could not admit. He was not a sore loser!

However, they had agreed on a battle to their deaths. He was surprised that Su Mo had not killed him.

Then, Zhan Luan flew upwards. Since Su Mo did not kill him and he had admitted his defeat, the battle was over. There was no reason for him to stay underground.

They were currently in an abyss that stretched tens of thousands of miles downwards, incinerated by Su Mo’s Sun Realm.

Swish!

Zhan Luan emerged from the abyss moments later, reaching the surface of the earth.

The sky above the ground was filled with people. Everyone had seen the battle between Zhan Luan and Su Mo.

However, the crowd was still shocked when they took in Zhan Luan’s appearance.

Zhan Luan’s hair was disheveled and his body was littered liberally with cuts. His aura was very weak and was badly injured.

Many were aggravated by the scene. The Supreme Talent of a generation, the first person on the List of 10,000 Talents had still fallen off the divine altar!

Su Mo had managed to create a miracle never seen before with his Martial King Realm cultivation.

Everyone was stunned. No matter the martial artists of the younger generation, or the experts of the older generation, they were all deeply amazed.

This was such an astonishing incident that could shake up the Firmament World.

Moments later, the crowd looked away to the depths of the abyss, looking for the young man who had created a miracle.

However, they were all stupefied, for the abyss was empty and Su Mo was no where to be seen.

Su Mo had disappeared!

“Where are you going to escape to?!”

Suddenly, a loud rumble occurred. It was as if the ground was exploding and the sound echoed for thousands of miles.

The First Elder of the Netherworld Devil Sect, Yan Tai, rushed into the abyss.

Yan Tai had been watching the war. He was also shocked into a stupor earlier, which was why he had not noticed that Su Mo had escaped from below while they were caught unaware.

This angered Yan Tai even more. He would not allow Su Mo to escape today no matter what.

With Yan Tai’s movement, the thousands of people from the Netherworld Devil Sect reacted as well. They all rushed into the abyss and chased after Su Mo.

“Yan Tai, how dare you!”

At this moment, another furious voice sounded. Emperor Xuan Palace’s First Elder, Hua Taishan had also regained his wits and he rushed down into the abyss.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sounds of people tearing through air continued as those from the Emperor Xuan Palace followed him into the abyss.

Then, those from the Sky-sea Pavilion, the Dugus, the Flood-dragon tribe and the others from the larger powers all flew into the abyss.

The Emperor Xuan Palace, Sky-sea Pavilion, and the Dugus naturally had their reasons for entering the abyss.

The others had entered just to watch the show.

After all, the Netherworld Devil Sect dealing with Su Mo was no small matter. It might cause a war between the various powers and everyone wanted to have a stake in the bet.