Warrior's Promise

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“I wonder how much the immortality Ultimacy can increase my strength!” Su Mo murmured to himself. He felt that although the immortality Ultimacy was intriguing, it did not do much for his strength.

He stood up with a sigh and looked at the nearby Xi’er and Wenren Tiandu.

He had not sensed their presence until now.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

They immediately flew next to him.

“Su Mo, congratulations on forming your Fighting Soul seed!” Wenren Tiandu said deeply.

“Congratulations, Brother Su Mo!” Xi’er chimed in with a smile.

“Haha, we also formed Fighting Soul seeds!” Xi’er said with a smile. This was not a difficult task for regular geniuses.

Forming a Fighting Soul was a great milestone for martial artists.

Su Mo nodded and felt happy for the two of them.

Their journey to Fighting Spirits’ Plane proved to be very fruitful, especially because Su Mo had also captured Wu Shan.

“Fighting Spirits’ Plane is about to close, right?” Su Mo asked. Although he had been deeply immersed in comprehending, he still sensed the passing of time.

“It’ll close in the next few days or so!” Xi’er said.

Then, she sighed and continued, “Brother Su Mo, when the plane closes, it’ll randomly send everyone to different oceans. You should head straight for Emperor Xuan Palace after you leave!”

“Oh? Why?” Su Mo asked confusedly.

“Since you captured Wu Shan, Netherworld Devil Sect will definitely try to kill you,” she said worriedly.

“Don’t worry! As long as I have Wu Shan, I’ll be fine!” Su Mo understood, but he was unafraid.

He looked at her and said, “Xi’er, I need you to do me a favor when you go back!”

“What can I do?” she asked.

“Tell all the disciples of Emperor Xuan Palace to spread a message for me!”

Su Mo’s eyes flashed keenly and said, “Tell Netherworld Devil Sect martial artists to bring Hong Qingxuan to the edge of the Mist Mountains in two months, in exchange for Wu Shan.”

Su Mo set this location for his own safety.

Xi’er frowned and asked in surprise, “Brother Su Mo, wouldn’t it be safer to have them bring her to Emperor Xuan Palace?”

“Haha, I don’t want to get Emperor Xuan Palace involved!” Su Mo chuckled.

He had originally wanted to have the exchange at the palace, but he was still distrustful of Di Shi.

Netherworld Devil Sect would definitely be outraged, and if Di Shi could not take the pressure, he might fail to protect Su Mo.

Su Mo was too cautious to bet on his safety.

In this world, he trusted no one but his closest acquaintances.

After much consideration, he decided to set the location as the edge of the Mist Mountains, so he could disappear into the mountains at the first sign of danger.

This way, he would truly be safe.

Of course, Su Mo could not tell Xi’er he did not trust her father.

“Alright then!” Xi’er saw that Su Mo had made up his mind, so she could only nod.

Then, as if she realized something, she asked hurriedly, “Brother Su Mo, are you going to fight Zhan Luan?”

Zhan Luan and Su Mo had agreed on fighting to the death at Central Continent’s Jade Cloud Lake a month after Fighting Spirits’ Plane closed.

Xi’er was worried. Su Mo had just captured Wu Shan, so even if he beat Zhan Luan, he would be in danger of encountering Netherworld Devil Sect.

Su Mo furrowed his brows. He had completely forgotten this agreement.

After some silence, Su Mo had an idea. He would not back down from fighting with Zhan Luan.

If Netherworld Devil Sect sent someone to ambush him, he would find a way to escape.

“Don’t worry, Xi’er! I know what to do!” he said quietly.

“What…!” Xi’er was still worried. The Netherworld Devil Sect was the strongest power among the Humans!

What could Su Mo do? Butt heads with Netherworld Devil Sect?

However, she did not question him, since he seemed confident. Perhaps he had a powerful hidden card!

“Su Mo, I’ll back you up!” Wenren Tiandu said. He was now the descendant of Firmament Palace’s Illuminious Palace, so he was obligated to help.

“Alright!” Su Mo nodded.

The three of them chatted for a while before sitting down cross-legged on the mountain, waiting for Fighting Spirits’ Plane to close.

They only had to wait for a couple of hours.

Su Mo felt a mysterious power suddenly envelope his body.

In the next moment, the earth and sky were spinning.

The scene before his eyes immediately changed to a boundless sea.

He stood up and looked around, realizing that he was the only person for thousands of kilometers.

He had no idea where Xi’er and Wenren Tiandu were.

The Fighting Spirits’ Plane had randomly sent them to different parts of the world.

Su Mo decided to fly directly Southwest, which was where Firmament and Continent were.

He flitted over the ocean as swiftly as lightning, pondering what to do next.

The next few months were going to be full of constant danger, so he had to be on guard at all times.

After flying for two hours, he sighed and plunged straight into the water.

He swam downwards towards the ocean floor.

The waters here were much deeper than he had expected, and his feet did not touch the ground until he was around 500 kilometers deep.

Tremendous water pressure crushed on his head like a mountain, enough to squash a regular True Darkness Realm martial artist.

However, Su Mo was too powerful to feel a thing.

After finding a good hiding spot for his Divine Map, he went inside.

He did not see Sikong Yan, but only an antique and simple tall tower standing on the ground.

“Sikong Yan!” Su Mo yelled out, knowing he was inside Sky-burn Tower.

Just as expected, Sikong Yan appeared before him in a firey flash, wearing a long red robe.

“Let Wu Shan out!” Su Mo said directly.