Despite himself, Mo Tianling was startled.

He’d said almost the exact same thing to Wen Jueyuan just now! Both proclamations were wildly arrogant!

A moment later, Mo Tianling threw back his head and laughed. “I’ve been training in the Redscale Army for over a year, and I’ve long since lost track of how many enemies I’ve killed. I’ve seen plenty of madmen, but never anyone as insane as you!

“I’ll be interested to see if you’re even worth drawing my blade for!” Before his laughter even finished echoing throughout the arena, Mo Tianling launched himself forward, his bones crackling like beans in hot oil. In a single breath of time, his blood and qi surged like the tide.

Boom!

His feet pressed off against the stage with so much force, the iron-wrought stage shook violently. He shot forth, quick as lightning, charging explosively ahead.

In mid-air, his right hand closed, as if he were swinging a mountain right at Su Yi.

His momentum was fierce and limitlessly domineering!

“What a sophisticated attack! His punch is like the rumbling of thunder. This is a proficient ‘Malevolent Celestial Thunder Hand’!” Fu Shan couldn’t help but exclaim, and his pupils constricted.

The Malevolent Celestial Thunder Hand was Shen Jiusong’s ultimate technique. Its wielder...