Warrior's Promise

Boom!

The meeting of the two swords caused a deafening explosion.

All of Su Mo's strength was condensed into the sword in his hand.

Roar!

The shadow of a giant mythical elephant abruptly flashed on Su Mo's body. The elephant trumpeted, its powerful roar shaking the world.

"What's that? A wild elephant?"

"It is a Martial Soul! Su Mo's Martial Soul is a wild elephant!"

When the crowd saw the shadow of the mythical elephant on Su Mo's body, they began discussing among themselves.

"What?"

Amid the clanging sound of the two swords, Zhao Fu felt an indescribable force hitting the sword in his hand. He began shaking all over. All the blood Qi in him began flowing against the current and his purlicue ruptured.

Swosh!

The sword in Zhao Fu's hand was flung away.

Su Mo's sword no longer faced any obstacles after he unarmed his opponent.

Puff!

With his sword radiance gleaming, he guided his sword across Zhao Fu's neck to form a bloody trail.

"Huk…"

Zhao Fu's eyes were round and he choked on the words he wanted to say. Though he wanted to speak, there was a gaping hole in his throat. He could not even say a single word in the end.

Thud!

His body soon collapsed on the ground like Shen Qing and Ding Tao.

Su Mo glanced at Zhao Fu's corpse, a lament growing in his heart.

There was no doubt that his opponent was a strong one. If he did not use sword will, it would not have been this simple for him to kill Zhao Fu.

Yet Zhao Fu had insisted on having a close combat with him. Was he not digging his own grave?

Su Mo had seen a great improvement in his physical force recently, long exceeding 5,000 kg. It was comparable to the force of more than 25 tigers.

He could defeat ordinary martial artists in the Peak Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm and contend against the Lv 3 ones only using his physical force and not his genuine Qi.

Not even a Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm martial artist could defend against his attack if he coupled it with the double superimposition of his four Spiritual Spirals force.

The force of a genuine Qi attack of a Lv 1 Spiritual Martial Realm was comparable to that of 15 tigers. The rise of each rank came with an increase of the force of 10 tigers, about 2,500 kg.

A Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm martial artist had the force of about 45 tigers. Even if Zhao Fu was strong, his force was similar to the force of 50 tigers at most.

Even if Su Mo's genuine Qi strength was slightly beneath Zhao Fu, the latter was not his match thanks to his physical force of about 25 tigers.

The crowd around the arena wore blanked expressions. They seemed a little numb after watching the fight.

Su Mo had killed Shen Qing, slashed Ding Tao, and destroyed Zhao Fu. He had completely unleashed his aggressive and tyrannical side.

Zhao Fu had said he would kill his opponent within three strikes but the opposite had happened. He ended up getting killed within three strikes.

"Yan Qi, Feng Zilan, why do not you two come up and fight me?"

After killed his opponent, Su Mo scanned the crowd and found Yan Qi and Feng Zilan among them.

Those two were now in Su Mo's hit list, especially that Yan Qi, who had repeatedly provoked him. He would not have gone against the Sky Alliance if not for Yan Qi.

"Su Mo, you have killed three of our Sky Alliance disciples! You must pay with your death today! How dare you still be so arrogant!"

Yan Qi shouted, wearing a sneer. Feng Zilan shared his expression.

"You are both talents with Rank 8 Human Class Martial Soul, yet you dare not to fight me who only has a Rank 6 Human Class Martial Soul. You are complete trash!"

Su Mo's expression was filled with mockery.

Though his Martial Soul had now reached Rank 8, that was his secret. When he entered the Sect, he had only demonstrated his Rank 6 Martial Soul.

"You...!"

Yan Qi and Feng Zilan were speechless, their faces shifting between the colors of red and green.

It was true they dared not fight Su Mo. Though they had broken into the Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm, they were wary of Su Mo, who was capable of killing a Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm martial artist.

"Uh?"

A thought suddenly came to Yan Qi.

Martial Soul?

Why did Su Mo's Martial Soul turn into a wild elephant?

Before entering the Gale Island, he had conflicts with Su Mo in the Waterside City. When entering the Sect, he had paid particular attention to Su Mo's Martial Soul.

He remembered Su Mo's Martial Soul back then was something that resembled a vortex.

But his Martial Soul had actually turned into a wild elephant in the battle just now!

That was strange.

How was it possible that a Martial Soul changed its form?

Confusion plagued Yan Qi until he suddenly thought of something.

His eyes widened as he was shocked by his own assumption.

He had once heard from senior martial artists that there were special martial artists on the Firmament and Continent who possessed two kinds of Martial Souls at the same time.

This phenomenon was dubbed the Twin Martial Souls.

Martial artists who possessed Twin Martial Souls were all rare talents.

Even if their two Martial Souls were only of Rank 6 or 7 of the Human Class, the martial artists who enjoyed talent beyond that of martial artists with Earth Class Martial Souls.

"Could it be that Su Mo owns Twin Martial Souls?"

Something inside him twisted and contorted.

In the entire Skymoon Country, there had never been a single martial artist with Twin Martial Souls.

If Su Mo really possessed Twin Martial Souls, then that would be disastrous!

"Impossible! How could he have Twin Martial Souls?"

Yan Qi shook his head, denying the thought.

However, it did not matter if Su Mo was truly a martial artist with Twin Martial Souls. His death today was certain.

All these thoughts merely passed Yan Qi's mind briefly. He sneered up at Su Mo before shouting at the crowd, "Senior Brothers of the Sky Alliance, Su Mo has killed three of our own. He's our enemy and we must not let him leave the Decisive Struggle Hall alive today."

"This duel today has disgraced our Sky Alliance. If he doesn't die, we will lose our faces. If this news reaches Senior Brother Duan's ears, we'll be hard-pressed to escape punishment."

"Let us kill him together!"

Yan Qi's words carried an air of righteousness, inciting the crowd to kill Su Mo together.

"Junior Brother Yan Qi is right. This man is arrogant and dared to kill our Sky Alliance disciples. Unforgivable!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"Death to all those who dare challenge the sovereignty of our Sky Alliance!"

"Let us kill him together!"

The Sky Alliance disciples had long wanted to kill Su Mo and when they heard Yan Qi's words, they reacted immediately.

Instantly, more than ten people rushed to the arena.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Sky Alliance disciples all had great cultivations, including those with Lv 3 and Lv 4 cultivations. They were all burning with momentum and rushed up the arena to attack Su Mo.

"Flying Saber Technique!"

"Mountain-shaking Fist!"

"Bluecloud Swordplay!"

"..."

Lights of different hues lit up the sky, raining attacks on Su Mo.

"You are all digging your graves!"

Su Mo's expression turned cold and he used his Shadow Steps to shuffle back and forth in between the gaps of the attacks, leaving behind a trail of shadow.

Whoosh!

With the flash of his sword radiance, he sliced a Sky Alliance disciple with Lv 3 cultivation.

"Kill!"

Su Mo's killing desire surged with a crazed fervor. He utilized his Shadow Steps to its peak. His sword radiance was continuously lit and sword Qi was everywhere.

Pfft!

Thud!

The Sky Alliance disciples fell one after another with sprays of blood staining the sky, all dead with their souls destroyed.

These dead disciples only had Lv 3 cultivation. None of them could take even one strike from Su Mo.

Those disciples with Lv 4 cultivation were stronger so he could not kill them instantly. Instead, he tried to avoid their attacks.

The arena was now in a complete mess, with blood scattered everywhere.

"Junior Sister Zilan, find some of our Senior Brothers with over Lv 5 cultivation and ask them for help!"

Yan Qi said urgently to Feng Zilan beside him as he watched everything unfolding on the arena. He was still standing under the arena, instead of rushing up.

"Okay!"

Feng Zilan knew the situation had become out of control and immediately turned to leave.