Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!
In the blink of an eye, several streaks of sword energy, exceedingly fast at their extreme, could be seen converging towards Chu Mo.
Those streaks of sword energy were like bullets fired in rapid succession, bringing with them an endless, icy chill, the odor of death approaching.
However, this deathly threatening sword energy is considered by the crowd an absolute threat.
Yet in Chu Mo's eyes, it amounted to nothing.
Even Chu Mo felt that these streaks of sword energy could not lock onto him at all.
Hence, from the beginning, Chu Mo did not display any excessive emotion.
But the calmer Chu Mo appeared, the more infuriated Zhou Chengzhi became.
After all, being disregarded by a youngster who appeared even younger than himself was simply an insult.
But this insult was just the beginning.
Because...
"Heh! Impressive Sword Intent, huh? To me, it's merely this much!"
