"Hahaha, boy, you really are so arrogant!"
Xue Zhihou looked at Chu Mo with a cold sneer, and said in a sinister voice, "Let's see what abilities you actually possess."
"Sure!"
Chu Mo nodded slightly, but his eyes were filled with a killing intent: "However, if you want to see my abilities, I'm afraid, there's only one outcome for you."
"What outcome?" Xue Zhihou frowned slightly, his complexion not looking too good.
"Death!"
Chu Mo didn't waste words.
"Boy, you really have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!" Xue Zhihou's face darkened immensely, and in an instant, his aura also began to change rapidly.
In Xue Zhihou's eyes, Chu Mo was nothing but an arrogant youngster.
In his eyes, Chu Mo's strength was definitely not as good as his own.
"Heh heh!"
Chu Mo let out a faint cold laugh, no longer wasting his breath.
Then, in Chu Mo's hand, a longsword appeared.
That longsword, in the blink of an eye, began to shimmer.
