Warrior's Promise

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Seeing Su Mo had killed Tang Quan, the True Spirit Realm master, everyone was shocked.

In Skymoon Country, there were some geniuses from the Spiritual Martial Realm who were able to take on martial artists from the True Spirit Realm. However, it was rare for those geniuses to be able to defeat them.

But Su Mo now had that strength!

Whoosh!

After he landed, Su Mo rushed to the deep hole where Tang Quan was.

Boom!

A loud sound came out from the hole, and Tang Quan sped out.

His clothes had been torn, his hair was unkempt and blood was flowing down from the corner of his mouth. He looked pathetic.

"Su Mo, I will kill you today!" Tang Quan roared, staring at Su Mo with his red eyes.

As a master of the True Spirit Realm, it was humiliating for him to be injured by a small fry from the Spiritual Martial Realm before so many people.

"Firekylin Martial Soul, come out!" Tang Quan shouted. A yellow light shone and a mighty crimson demonic beast appeared behind him.

It was a five-meter-long demonic beast which looked like a lion. It was burning in flames and nine dazzling yellow halos hovered around him.

Its name was Firekylin Beast. It was said that it had a trace of the blood of Fire Kylin, an ancient Divine Beast. Its strength far exceeded the other demonic beasts of the same level.

After releasing his Martial Soul, Tang Quan's aura rose sharply.

"Go to hell!" Tang Quan yelled and threw out a palm.

"Scorching Sun Handprint!"

Suddenly, a roaring sound burst out. A huge flaming palm print moved toward Su Mo.

Wherever the palm print passed, the air was heated up and the ground was burnt.

This blow was 1.5 times more powerful than the earlier attack.

"Do you think you are the only one with Martial Soul?" Su Mo sneered. Suddenly, a golden light shone behind him, and a golden war saber appeared.

Yes! Su Mo had released the golden war saber Martial Soul instead of his Devouring Martial Spirit.

His Devouring Martial Spirit had devoured many other Martial Souls. He could activate any of these and, of course, release any of the Martial Souls.

But the golden war saber Martial Soul that Su Mo released was just a golden war saber without halos as it had merged with Su Mo's Martial Soul.

After releasing the golden war saber Martial Soul, a powerful saber momentum enveloped Su Mo. He looked like a unique and powerful blade.

Although Su Mo was not using a blade, the blade and the sword were similar. The only difference was their forms.

The sharp aura of the golden war saber Martial Soul had increased Su Mo's strength tremendously.

An Earth Class Martial Soul was extremely beneficial to a martial artist's growth in his combat strength. A Human Class Martial Soul could by no means match it.

"Wind Roaring in the Sky!"

Instead of dodging Tang Quan's huge palm print, Su Mo turned into a streamer, became one with his sword, and hit the palm print.

Boom!

The sharp and incomparable sword radiance pierced a hole on the palm print. Su Mo went through it and immediately came before Tang Quan.

"You shall die now!" Su Mo said flatly to Tang Quan.

Su Mo's cold voice was like the sound of death to Tang Quan.

"No!" Tang Quan was too panic-stricken to react. He could only do his utmost to activate the Genuine Vitality to protect himself.

The next moment, the sword radiance hit Tang Quan's Genuine Vitality and stabbed him in the heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sharp sword Qi rushed into Tang Quan's body and instantly destroyed his internal organs and meridians.

Within a very short time, the internal part of his body had been smashed, and all of his organs had been completely crushed.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Tang Quan's seven acupores were bleeding.

Tang Quan was really a master of the True Spirit Realm. He had tenacious vitality. Even though his internal organs had been crushed, he did not die immediately.

He looked terrified with his eyes wide open, and then he suddenly yelled with anger, "Su Mo, even if I become a ghost, I'll still get you!"

After saying that, Tang Quan died and collapsed.

The thousands of Inner Disciples from the four sects on White Jade Square did not make a sound.

All of them were staring at the fallen body!

As Tang Quan fell, everyone trembled!

Tang Quan, master of the True Spirit Realm, had been killed!

The crowd was incredibly shocked.

This battle was several times more shocking than the previous one where Su Mo killed Yin Lige with one blow.

With a cultivation of the Lv 9 Spiritual Martial Realm, Su Mo had killed a master of the True Spirit Realm. This was a great achievement.

Su Mo's was extremely powerful. He had become an invincible Martial Master.

After killing Tang Quan, Su Mo heaved out a sigh of relief. He now clearly knew the strength he possessed.

Even if he did not use his Devouring Martial Spirit and sword will, he could easily kill a martial artist of the Lv 1 True Spirit Realm. The most important reason, of course, was that he had nine Spiritual Spirals.

Su Mo put away Tang Quan's storage pouch and turned to look at the others.

As Su Mo looked around, many people's faces changed and they could not help stepping back.

"This is my last call. Hand over your storage pouches!" Su Mo walked slowly toward them and said.

Crash!

Upon hearing what Su Mo had said, the crowd immediately ran away from White Jade Square. They were a few hundred meters away from Su Mo.

All of them were vigilant and stared at Su Mo. They were worried that Su Mo would attack them suddenly.

The storage pouches were all they had. No one was willing to give theirs away.

Only a little over 200 people remained in White Jade Square. Most of them had already been robbed by Su Mo.

Ling Muchen and a few disciples from the Sky Rapier Sect also remained and stood with them.

Ling Muchen knew that Su Mo would not rob him of his storage pouch, so he was not afraid!

More than 10 experts of the Sky Rapier Sect surrounded Jian Wuyou and stared at Su Mo. Jian Wuyou looked grave.

Su Mo's eyes swept over Ling Muchen and fixed on Jian Wuyou. He said flatly, "Are you Jian Wuyou? Are you forcing me to fight with you?"

Jian Wuyou' face kept changing. He was unable to make up his mind.

His strength was slightly stronger than Yin Lige's, but he was not as skilled as Tang Quan. Even Tang Quan had been killed by Su Mo, so he was obviously no match for Su Mo.

However, it was also impossible for him to hand over his storage pouch.

Buzz!

As Jian Wuyou was thinking, the sword in Su Mo's hand suddenly shook and gave off a faint light.

"Back down!" Jian Wuyou shouted, thinking that Su Mo was about to attack. He and the others quickly backed off and left White Jade Square.

"Hehe!" Su Mo smiled in disdain. He turned to look at the rest of the people.

"The exit of Qinghua Rift is about to open. I won't leave until the last moment!" Su Mo smiled and said loudly, "if you don't hand over your storage pouches, you'll remain in the Rift!"

Su Mo guarded the exit of the Rift and smiled wryly. What he was doing now was similar to the robber that he had seen in a TV program during his previous life!

The road was built by me, and the trees were planted by me. If you would like to get through, you had to pay.