Warrior's Promise

Su Mo was shocked upon hearing this. He did not know what his master was implying!

"Respect me?"

That was a natural thing, but what was the meaning of "follow my lead"?

Su Mo stopped thinking further.

"Trust me, master! I definitely won't let you down!" Su Mo nodded heavily and then seated himself

"Alright!"

Huangfu Qing nodded slightly as his face showed satisfaction.

"11th Junior Brother, you are so amazing!" Jun Wuxi said with a shocked face.

Hua Suiyu also looked shocked.

Before the fight, nobody believed that Su Mo could defeat Gong Lin. Now, they had to believe the truth.

"I found his weakness is all!" Su Mo smiled and said.

Jun Wuxi shook his head slightly. It was one thing to find the weakness, but another to take advantage of the weakness and then defeat the opponent.

Nearby, a short man called Luo Yan said, "Brother Su Mo, I didn't expect that you would be so excellent. Maybe we can exchange some ideas in the future!"

"Yeah, sure!"

Su Mo nodded. Luo Yan was a Great Heaven Peak disciple and ranked fourth on the List of Top 1,000 Talents.

"Okay!" Luo Yan nodded.

Hong Qingxuan looked at Su Mo's back and slightly smiled.

Qian Xunyue glimpsed at Su Mo and Hong Qingxuan, and then shook her head helplessly.

Her disciple had totally fallen in love with Su Mo!

Nobody went to the square until one minute later.

A Cold-blood Hall disciple dressed in black flew to the square.

The young man's figure was extremely gaunt and it seemed as if even a gust of wind could blow him away. His cheek was slim, eyes long and narrow and glittered with keen light. He left people an impression of ruthlessness.

This man was called Mo Qing, and he ranked eighth on the List of Top 1,000 Talents in East Continent!

He then asked Long Zhantian to fight with him.

They then rose high to the sky and started their fight.

Long Zhantian was like Su Mo as he was a martial artist that cultivated both body and Qi. His combat strength was formidable. He sent out a fist force that could even break heaven and earth.

On the other side, Mo Qing was not weak. His blood-type Demonic Skill shone the sky red with extremely dense blood Qi.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Among the explosions and blood-red clouds, they kept trading blow for blow.

Long Zhantian was slightly stronger than Mo Qing. He could easily break the other's attacks and crush the space.

After more than a hundred moves, blood spurted madly out of Mo Qing's mouth.

The crowd was not surprised that Long Zhantian defeated Mo Qing since Long Zhantian's rank was higher.

Su Mo sighed inwardly that the top 10 talents were all formidable. He wondered how strong the No.2 Xie Tianqiong and the No. 3 Jian Chen were.

In fact, the person he really wanted to witness was Wenren Tiandu's strength. However, that guy was absent.

Long Zhantian silently stood high in the sky while recovering his state.

The crowd instantly became excited to see this!

Long Zhantian was not hurt at all, which meant that he would definitely challenge a powerful talent!

That was the reason why he was recovering seriously.

After a short while, his eyes fell on Xie Tianqiong.

"Xie Tianqiong, let me try your strength out!" Long Zhantian's voice was like thunder.

Xie Tianqiong looked cold, and his crimson hair looked overbearing.

He raised his eyes, glanced at Long Zhantian, and said casually, "You're not qualified to challenge me!"

It was indeed a bland sounding voice, yet filled with a deep confidence.

The crowd was shocked by his words!

However, nobody thought that Xie Tianqiong was arrogant because the top three on the List were all extremely formidable.

"Humph!"

Long Zhantian snorted and said, "I'm not qualified? I can't match you in the old days, but you don't know who can win today!"

Wenren Tiandu was absent. Therefore, Long Zhantian targeted at Xie Tianqiong.

Anyway, he aimed to be the shining star of this Talents' Grand Gathering!

"Since you're so confident, I'll break your confidence!"

Xie Tianqiong stood up, skyrocketed to the sky and then stopped in front of Long Zhantian.

Long Zhantian started to look serious because he did not know the exact strength of Xie Tianqiong.

Therefore, he must be concentrate.

Down below, everybody became silent. Since Wenren Tiandu was absent, Xie Tianqiong basically represented the strongest talent in the younger generation of the East Continent.

"Long Zhantian, you can make three moves first." Xie Tianqiong said casually.

"Three moves?" Long Zhantian's eyebrows slightly knitted. How could Xie Tianqiong look down on him like this!

"Fine. Take my move!"

He punched violently.

Poom!

The space was crushed immediately. The brilliant, thick fist radiance dashed toward Xie Tianqiong in an unstoppable manner.

This punch could almost match a Lv 1 Martial King Realm expert's all-out attack, yet it was only a test.

Xie Tianqiong looked calm, and a scimitar appeared in his hand.

The crescent moon-shaped scimitar was not long, and was blood-red throughout and suffused a dense blood Qi.

"Begone!"

He murmured and wielded the scimitar with incredibly strong saber Qi.

The fist radiance was torn apart like a piece of tofu and turned into an air blast that spread around.

"Powerful indeed!" Long Zhantian narrowed his eyes and felt a great pressure.

"Two moves left!" Xie Tianqiong said, faceless.

Long Zhantian took a deep breath, and his Dark Force surged, rushing to his hand.

In the next moment, he punched again.

"Saint Dragon Fist!"

A golden dragon whistled out. It was hundreds of meters long and covered with golden scales.

The dragon swung his tail that carried its massive dragon power and charged toward Xie Tianqiong madly.

Su Mo was shocked by this move. The Saint Dragon Fist was several times more profound than his Tiger-roaring Dragon Fist!

Just by looking at this lively dragon and its massive dragon power, how could his Tiger-roaring Dragon Fist match it?