BOOM!
The terrifying auras of the two erupted before the resonant clang of the bell faded!
No matter how much Tian Zhiyu failed to impress Peak Master Zhou Shili, he was still one of the top nine among the over one hundred thousand disciples of the Riverside Sect.
The pressure he exerted on Shen Mo was no less than that of the late-stage Class III Serpent-Eel Heavenly Demon.
"Junior Brother Shen, you could have waited a few more years before vying for a core seat. Why are you so eager to challenge me?" Tian Zhiyu asked. He held an earthen-yellow, one-handed mace defensively before him, in no hurry to engage Shen Mo.
"Why bother asking when you already know the answer?" Shen Mo replied indifferently.
Tian Zhiyu nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes. His large mace, like a whip or a ruler, lashed out towards Shen Mo.
CLANG!
The Demon Slaying Sword rang out, its formidable sword Qi meeting the powerful aura of the mace's shadow.
