Warrior's Promise

Chapter 622: Falling apart!

Translator: Transn Editor: Transn

“Eh?”

Su Mo stopped immediately.

It was Sikong Yan and Nie Yu.

“Su Mo, I bet you didn’t see this day coming!”

Sikong Yan said with a wicked look, halting 3,000 meters in front of Su Mo.

He had been waiting for Su Mo to leave Wuling City.

“I did!” Su Mo shook his head. He was not surprised at all.

He had met situations like this a countless number of times.

“You did?”

Sikong Yan snorted. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Scared of what?” Su Mo looked innocent.

“Humph!”

Sikong Yan thundered, “You made me lose 100,000 Upper Spiritual Stones and caused me to be eliminated in the Craftsmanship Contest. Today I will make you pay!”

He was not that stupid to kill Su Mo, but he would punish him big time!

“And me too!” Nie Yu sneered. “Su Mo, you stole my storage ring. I’ll make you pay ten times more than that!”

Su Mo was left speechless.

They had totally asked for their miseries. He had never been the first to offend anyone.

It was ridiculous that Sikong Yan blamed him for being eliminated in the contest.

Su Mo mocked him. “Sikong Yan, I am your future master. It’s fine that you don’t acknowledge me as your master yet. But killing your master? Are you going too far?”

Sikong Yan flushed when he heard this. Now he was really pissed off!

“My master? Master your a$s!”

Sikong Yan moved quickly. His body turned red and spread out waves of flames.

“Divine Fire Fist!”

A massive flaming fist force burst out, burning the air into nothingness and twisting the void.

Sikong Yan was extremely powerful. His Flaming Force could easily slay a normal Lv 4 or Lv 5 Enlightenment Realm martial artist.

The second he punched, Nie Yu drew back far away from him. Nie Yu knew clearly how horrible Sikong Yan’s strength was.

Su Mo was shocked by the power of this move.

This guy did have a horrible strength. The fist force had even broken the void, leaving small ink-black cracks.

Su Mo knew that there was no way he could match Sikong Yan. He might not even be able to block this single move.

Sikong Yan could actually break the void.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Spiritual Sword under his feet.

Swoosh!

He turned into a flash of lightning and surged toward the skyline.

He covered 50,000 meters in a flash.

Naturally, the fist strength missed.

“What? How can he be so fast?”

Sikong Yan stared agape at Su Mo. He had never seen a True Darkness Realm martial artist move this fast.

“The Spiritual Sword!” Sikong Yan’s face fell as he found out the reason.

He sneered. “Do you think you can run away so easily?”

He waved his arm and a huge shadow appeared in front of him.

Squawk!

A sonorous cry rose. It was so loud it could pierce through one’s eardrum.

The cry came from an enormous 300 meter long bird. It was completely ink-black, and its feathers were as sharp as swords, glittering a bleak light that made one shiver in fear.

Its aura was exceedingly horrible, even stronger than Sikong Yan’s.

He jumped onto its back as soon as it appeared.

The huge bird gave another cry and fluttered its wings. It was heading toward Su Mo at lightning speed.

Su Mo grimaced.

“Could this be a King level demonic beast?”

Su Mo was terrified. The bird flew so fast! It was almost as fast as his Spiritual Sword.

However, a King level demonic beast could transform into a human and easily break the void. This bird definitely did not seem that powerful.

“This is probably a Class 9 Lv 5 demonic beast, or at the half-step to the King level!”

Su Mo’s eyebrows knitted slightly. He had not expected Sikong Yan to have such a powerful spiritual beast.

Although they hadn’t caught up, he could not get rid of them either.

“There’s no escape, Su Mo!” Sikong Yan snarled madly.

Su Mo grinned and ignored him. He drove his Spiritual Sword to its extreme, hurtling it through the sky.

Nie Yu had been left alone.

“Damn it!” He was angry. He had thought that he would be able to punish Su Mo easily.

He also found out that it was extremely hard for Sikong Yan to catch up with Su Mo.

Although Su Mo had maximized the speed of his Spiritual Sword, he could not get away from Sikong Yan. The huge bird was in close pursuit a few hundred kilometers behind him.

The Spiritual Sword was one of the fastest in the Martial King Realm, while the bird was obviously a high-level, speed-type of demonic beast.

This Spiritual Sword was a broken one too, and not a Natal one.

It was difficult for Su Mo to shake them.

“Humph! Catch me if you can!” Su Mo sneered.

He turned in the direction of the Celestialspirit Sect.

Under the circumstances, he had to go back to the sect to protect himself from Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan knew that he could not catch up with Su Mo. But, he did not give up.

Five days had passed. One was still running, and the other was still chasing. They had traveled an immeasurable distance.

“Motherfu*ker!”

When he saw the Celestialspirit Sect, Sikong Yan was ready to lose his mind.

He thought that he could punish Su Mo easily, yet now it turned out to be the opposite.

Having failed to defeat Su Mo several times, Sikong Yan was falling apart!