"Tangling me not an option?"

Wei Qixiong came here today, thinking victory was assured.

But unexpectedly, after a duel with Wei Ruhan, Wu Daoyou pierced his chest with a sword at the crucial moment.

He wanted to seize Wei Ziyi, but just before succeeding, Su Mo threw someone who gave him an internal injury.

Now, with both external and internal injuries, he had yet to pull out the broken blade from his chest, fearing excessive bleeding.

The members of Luofeng Alliance surrounded the area completely.

If he could capture Wei Ziyi, there might be some leeway.

The predicament today might not be unsolvable.

But Ren Xiongfei abandoned him at this critical moment.

This ultimately ignited his fury to the point where he disregarded all consequences, longing for a massacre to relieve his pent-up frustration.

If he were to be slain by Luofeng Alliance afterwards, at least it would be satisfying.

Then Su Mo arrived.

At this moment, looking around, he felt that the world had no place for him.

Neither family nor friends were reliable.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly at the sky, shouting despairingly:

"Time waits for no one, Heaven does not aid me!

"Su Mo, you audacious young brat, how dare you spout nonsense.

"Without heroes, a scoundrel claims fame, today you shall witness my Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Plate!!"

As his words fell, he suddenly pointed at several critical points near his injury, inner strength circulating, and with a rub, the broken blade shot forth, aimed directly at Su Mo!

Su Mo gently shook his head, snapped his fingers, sending a thread of invisible force to hit that broken blade.

With a crisp sound, the fragmented blade shattered instantly.

Yet the shattered blade didn't disperse, but was drawn by a force, suspended in midair.

Wei Qixiong stood with legs apart, manipulating his palms in front.

A muffled roar echoed, the ground beneath trembled continuously, and the sparse tiles above rattled.

Without further action, they exploded into dust.

Su Mo surveyed the vicinity, thinking this martial arts skill of his was wasted in duels.

In civil engineering, he surely could excel more.

But at this moment, he was the only one with such leisure thoughts.

Others witnessing such might dared not stay on site.

Immediately, they retreated, those near windows dashed through them.

Outside was crowded, those leaping out weren't pushed, naturally unable to carve a bloody path due to their resolve.

Thus, before their toes touched ground, they were already shoved back.

Cursing sounds rose successively.

At this instant, Wei Qixiong abruptly stomped, wrapped himself in Yin Yang Qi, soaring skyward, akin to a massive spinning top, charging directly at Su Mo.

His palms separated and combined, transforming into the Yin Yang Mount!

"Good!"

Su Mo nodded; though the palm wind hadn't closed in, it twisted everything around.

Beneath him, above him, under the invisible pull of force, Su Mo felt air currents surging all around, attempting to envelop his body, moving into different postures.

However, with his profound inner strength, Su Mo naturally wasn't affected, merely aware without harm.

In the next moment, purple rays emerged from behind him, his eyes faintly showing a purple hue.

His palms crossed, slowly lifting upwards!

Ziyang Divine Palm!

The Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Plate clashed fiercely with Ziyang Divine Palm.

Boom!!!

Wei Qixiong, in mid-air, his inner strength circulated frantically, Yin Yang Qi clashing layer by layer with Su Mo's Ziyang Divine Palm.

Yet the Yin Yang Qi transformed, eroding Su Mo's Pure Yang Palm Force.

For a moment, Wei Qixiong was enveloped in purple flames, as if he were using Pure Yang Internal Skill himself.

With inner strength circulating, Wei Qixiong felt the inner strength from Su Mo coming, only to be smoothened out as it arrived.

Though his inner strength couldn't currently penetrate Su Mo's body, the Yin Yang Mount couldn't smooth out Su Mo.

But in such competition, he had confidence to completely erode Su Mo.

Laughing heartily, his pride evident:

"What Donghuang's first? No more than this."

Su Mo laughed lightly, said nothing more, just continued to hold him off.

At first, Wei Qixiong felt self-satisfied, but over time, Su Mo's inner strength remained calm and consistent.

Gradually sending it over, slowly being smoothened out without any waves.

Looking at his face again, calm and composed, as if unaffected totally.

In contrast to himself…

Every time he eroded Su Mo's inner strength, though not much drained.

Gradually accumulated, it grew more intense.

Initially, inner breathing maintained a balanced level, gradually fell short.

Now he was showing signs of defeat.

His internal skill had reached its limit, while Su Mo remained unchanged from start to finish.

"You..."

By that moment, Wei Qixiong barely began to grasp the insight.

Still wanted to speak, but uttering a word, he already spat blood.

Martial artists in Jianghu fights, competing inner strength was always perilously risky.

Slight carelessness could lead to severe injury or immediate death.

At first, he maneuvered with ease, able to chat leisurely with Su Mo, but now, after speaking a single word, his inner strength inadvertently veered, intensifying internal injuries.

Who dared to speak any further at such a time?

His mind flickered, thinking to retreat.

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