The brocade-robed middle-aged man was seething with rage.
Elder Baiyun and the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man narrowed their eyes, staring intently at Su Mo.
’This kid is too bold.’
’He’s courting death!’
Su Mo chuckled. "So you want to chop off my head? Heh, if you’ve got the guts, come on over. I’ll even stick my neck out for you."
With that, Su Mo deliberately stuck out his neck.
The brocade-robed middle-aged man was dumbfounded.
’This guy... he’s really sticking his neck out for me to chop.’
The brocade-robed middle-aged man laughed. "Heh, you’re the one who said it. Don’t you dare flinch when I swing."
"If I flinch, I’ll call you grandpa," Su Mo said flatly.
"Then here I come!"
The brocade-robed middle-aged man pulled a long saber from his Storage Ring. His face alight with excitement, he strode toward Su Mo.
’I can’t believe my luck.’
’An opportunity like this is one in a million.’
The elegantly-dressed middle-aged man couldn’t help but warn, "Senior Brother, be careful. It could be a trap."
However, his worries were unfounded.
The brocade-robed middle-aged man reached Su Mo without any trouble. There were no traps whatsoever.
The elegantly-dressed middle-aged man was dumbfounded. "Is this kid crazy? He’s actually letting Senior Brother chop him."
"He must have a screw loose," Elder Baiyun retorted.
He was almost speechless.
’Can’t he just live a normal life? Why does he have to find such creative ways to get himself killed?’
The brocade-robed middle-aged man raised his long saber. "Alright, kid. I’m swinging."
"Go on, stop wasting time!" Su Mo urged.
BOOM!
The brocade-robed middle-aged man’s Realm erupted. All the power in his body surged into the saber, its edge gleaming with a frosty light and emanating a murderous aura.
"This is a Tier Five Spiritual Soldier called the Blood Oath Saber. You can die without regrets, knowing you fell to its blade."
The brocade-robed middle-aged man remarked nonchalantly, then swung down hard at Su Mo’s neck.
CLANG!
Sparks flew!
’What?’
’It didn’t cut through?’
The brocade-robed middle-aged man stared in a daze.
He’d put every last ounce of his strength into that swing. Not only had it failed to cut Su Mo’s neck, but it had even created sparks.
It was like he’d struck stone.
The white-haired elder and the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man were equally stunned.
’Did this guy practice the Iron Head Technique or something?’
The white-haired elder’s eyes narrowed. "This man... he’s a Body Refining Martial Artist."
"Even a Body Refining Martial Artist’s neck isn’t that tough," the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man said in disbelief.
The white-haired elder explained, "He must have used some special technique to reinforce his neck. That’s why he’s so bold as to let someone swing at it."
It was the only explanation he could think of.
"Senior Brother, put your back into it!" the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man yelled.
The man stuck his neck out for you to chop, and you couldn’t even cut it. If word of this got out, they’d be a laughingstock.
How would they ever show their faces in the Northern Profound Domain again?
"Hmph! I refuse to believe I can’t cut through your neck!"
His face a mask of defiance, the brocade-robed middle-aged man’s skin suddenly turned crimson, as if something was burning within him.
"Burning your Origin?" Su Mo asked, surprised.
The brocade-robed middle-aged man sneered. "If you’re scared, you can pull your neck back. But from now on, you’ll have to call me father."
"It’s more like you should be calling me father!"
Su Mo, still holding his neck out, said, "Go on, swing. Put everything you’ve got into it!"
"You’re courting death!"
Seething with rage, the brocade-robed middle-aged man gathered all his Origin Power into the blade and swung desperately at Su Mo’s neck.
CLANG!
More sparks flew!
The brocade-robed middle-aged man cried out in shock, "I even burned my Origin! Why can’t I cut through?"
"What was your saber called again? Blood Oath Saber, was it? It looks like it’s about to break!"
Su Mo pointed to the long saber in the man’s hand.
The brocade-robed middle-aged man looked down. His Blood Oath Saber was chipped, its blade covered in a web of fine cracks.
"What?"
The brocade-robed middle-aged man’s heart pounded as he stared in utter disbelief.
CRACK!
With a faint sound, the Blood Oath Saber shattered into dozens of pieces that clattered to the ground.
"Holy shit!"
Seeing this, the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man couldn’t help but curse out loud.
The white-haired elder’s expression was a picture of astonishment.
’Am I seeing things?’
’Even if Su Mo used a special technique to strengthen his neck, it shouldn’t be *this* tough.’
’That was a Tier Five Spiritual Soldier!’
The brocade-robed middle-aged man stammered, "Y-Y-You... Who in the world are you?"
"I am Su Mo, Alliance Leader of the Xiao Alliance," Su Mo said calmly.
"The Xiao Alliance Leader? So you’re one of those old monsters. You must have taken an Appearance-Stabilizing Pill to look so young." The brocade-robed middle-aged man nervously wiped the cold sweat from his face.
"What? He’s an old monster, no wonder he’s so strong."
"Looks can be deceiving!"
"He looks young, but he’s probably lived for centuries. A wolf in sheep’s clothing."
The white-haired elder and the elegantly-dressed man came to a sudden realization.
The white-haired elder speculated, "Judging by the strength of his physical body, his real age must be far greater than my own. He’s probably well over a hundred."
The elegantly-dressed middle-aged man sighed. "Just like the old saying goes, you can’t judge a book by its cover."
"See those elders standing behind him?" the white-haired elder said, pointing to the Xiao Family’s Grand Elder and Second Elder. "For all we know, he might even be their senior."
Hearing this, the Grand Elder and Second Elder exchanged a look.
’We’re the seniors here, okay?’
The only reason Su Mo was sitting while they stood was that he was the Alliance Leader of the Xiao Alliance and the strongest among them.
The Second Elder muttered, "Are those three blind?"
"Go set them straight," the Grand Elder instructed.
The Second Elder pointed at Su Mo and shouted to the trio, "Listen up, old man! This is our Young Master."
"’Young Master?’"
The three of them looked skeptical.
’Patriarch is Patriarch. Why add the word "Young" in front of it?’
’Could it be that Su Mo is actually young?’
’Impossible!’
’Achieving that level of physical Cultivation isn’t something that can be done overnight. He has to be an old monster who’s lived for many years.’
’At the very least, he has to be the same age as the Xiao Family’s Second Elder.’
Seeing their looks of disbelief, the Second Elder explained impatiently, "Our Young Master isn’t the old monster you think he is. He’s only eighteen this year."
"What? Eighteen years old?"
The three of them stared, their faces a mask of incredulity.
’What kind of eighteen-year-old Body Refining Martial Artist could possibly have such terrifying physical strength?’
’Not even if he started his Body Refining in the womb.’
The brocade-robed middle-aged man shook his head. "Hmph, do you take us for three-year-olds? You’re trying to trick us, aren’t you? Do you think we’re that gullible?"
"That’s right! Don’t even think about fooling us. We’re not idiots!" the elegantly-dressed middle-aged man added, unconvinced.
The Second Elder said, "But our Young Master really is eighteen this year. If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself."
"That’s right. I’m eighteen, and I haven’t even had my birthday this year yet."
SMACK!
Su Mo suddenly smacked his forehead. "When is my birthday again? How could I forget? Second Elder, do you remember?"
"The fifth day of the first month!" the Second Elder replied.
Su Mo thought, ’It’s the same as my birthday in my past life. Great, I’m definitely going to celebrate it properly this time.’
’In my past life, I was an orphan, all alone. I never once celebrated a birthday.’
’In this life, I have a big family.’
’I have to celebrate my birthday properly and enjoy it.’
He and the Second Elder were chatting happily, but across from them, Elder Baiyun and the two middle-aged men stood frozen, their faces etched with shock.
Eighteen...