Ouyang Cheng didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looked Su Mo up and down again, observing his Realm.
He confirmed it: Su Mo was indeed just a Martial Disciple.
Ouyang Cheng smiled!
’Even if the Xiao Family is a Body Refining Race, and their disciples are stronger than ordinary people, he’s just a mere Martial Disciple. How strong could Su Mo possibly be?’
’At best, he’s comparable to a Martial Master at Great Perfection.’
However, Ouyang Cheng didn’t choose to make a move just yet.
’What if Su Mo was lying to him?’
With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Ouyang Cheng continued to ask, "Are you sure you’re the strongest in your family? No ancient ancestors or masters or anything?"
"I’m sure. If you don’t believe me, ask them."
Su Mo pointed at the members of the Xiao Family.
Xiao Lang stepped forward and said, "Big guy, you might not believe this, but even though our Young Master is only at the Martial Disciple Realm, his strength surpasses everyone in our family. Even our family’s Grand Elder is no match for the Young Master."
"It’s shameful to admit," the Grand Elder said with a sigh, "but although I am at the Late Stage Martial Artist Realm, compared to our Young Master, it’s like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon. I’m simply not in the same league."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.
The Xiao Family’s Grand Elder, a Late Stage Martial Artist, couldn’t even compare to Su Mo, a Martial Disciple at Great Perfection?
’The Xiao Family’s cultivation system is truly chaotic.’
Ouyang Cheng was equally astonished.
But he still stuck to his own assessment.
’Even if Su Mo was exceptionally talented, surpassing the Late Stage Martial Artist Grand Elder to become the strongest in the Xiao Family, so what?’
’He himself might not be Su Mo’s match, but behind him stood four Half-Step Martial Monarchs. Any one of them could crush Su Mo.’
Then, Ouyang Cheng turned to Xiao Zhan. "Patriarch Xiao, what about you?"
Xiao Zhan said, "To be honest, I can’t compare to Xiaomo either. I’m just the acting patriarch. The true patriarch of our Xiao Family is actually Xiaomo."
"Hahaha!"
After asking everyone, Ouyang Cheng suddenly burst into crazed laughter.
He was sure Su Mo hadn’t lied.
Because there was no way the Xiao Family members could have given such a unified answer without discussing it beforehand.
Ouyang Cheng said sinisterly, "You’re right. I do want someone to beat you up."
Huh?
The expressions of everyone in the crowd changed.
’So this guy was hiding his malicious intent all along.’
Only Su Mo remained completely unfazed.
Ouyang Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he snarled, "The humiliation your Xiao Family gave me earlier, I will now return to you, doubled!"
He had suffered such a great grievance just now, losing all face in front of everyone. How could he possibly let Su Mo off so easily?
He had to find a way to get his revenge.
’Families like this, with no ancient ancestors or sect backing, are the easiest to bully.’
’Besides, this matter is also related to Qu Luo’s Tomb.’
Of course, he wouldn’t act himself. Instead, he looked at the four Half-Step Martial Monarchs behind him. "Elder Guo, you all should know what to do, right?"
"We do!"
The old man in the lead slowly walked up to Su Mo, a terrifyingly powerful aura erupting from his body and sweeping across the entire area.
Instantly, everyone felt an intense sense of suffocation.
"Ouyang Cheng has no honor!"
"Even National Preceptor Luo Jie and Sect Leader Chu are no match for Elder Guo. Su Mo is only a Martial Disciple at Great Perfection. How is he supposed to fight Elder Guo?"
"Sigh... Su Mo is a dead man."
The people in the crowd couldn’t help but shake their heads.
’Why is Su Mo so stupid?’
’He knew Ouyang Cheng was up to no good, yet he still revealed every last detail about the Xiao Family, giving Ouyang Cheng the perfect opportunity for revenge.’
’What an idiot!’
Elder Guo said faintly, "Young man, I take no pleasure in bullying the weak, but you have offended our Young Sect Leader. You must die."
The moment his voice fell, a terrifying killing intent erupted from Elder Guo.
Although the killing intent was directed only at Su Mo, everyone in the vicinity began to tremble, a cold sweat breaking out on their backs.
’As expected of a Half-Step Martial Monarch expert.’
’So terrifying.’
’Just the aftershock of his killing intent was enough to make their blood run cold, to make them feel as if their very souls were about to be torn apart.’
However...
Su Mo, however, was exceptionally calm. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Old man, you should just go home."
Huh?
’Su Mo actually called him an old man and told him to go home?’
’What does he mean?’
Elder Guo asked, confused, "Young man, that’s not how you beg for mercy. First, you have to kneel, and then..."
"Beg for mercy, my ass!"
Su Mo cut Elder Guo off, saying blandly, "I mean you should go home and hug your grandkids. Don’t throw your life away for someone else."
Hearing Su Mo’s words, Elder Guo’s face instantly darkened.
He had only been polite to Su Mo for a couple of sentences before killing him, out of consideration for his young age. But in response, Su Mo had decided to put on airs.
It left him speechless.
Elder Guo said with contempt, "I am a dignified Half-Step Martial Monarch. I could blast you into a meat paste with a single punch. How could I possibly lose my life at your hands?"
With that, Elder Guo charged toward Su Mo to deliver a killing blow.
’An arrogant junior like this will be beaten to death by someone sooner or later. Might as well be me, right now!’
"Sigh..."
Su Mo sighed. "As the saying goes, ’Listen to advice and you’ll eat your fill.’ Old man, why won’t you listen to reason? Do you have to force me to kill you?"
"Arrogant!"
Elder Guo roared in fury, "You little whelp, die for me!"
BANG!
Along with a dull thud that exploded in everyone’s ears, a mist of blood immediately rose in the center of the field.
Everyone couldn’t help but close their eyes.
There was nothing to be done; the gap between the two was simply too vast.
There was no way Su Mo could win against Elder Guo.
Sure enough, the next second, a heart-rending scream reached their ears.
"Ah... My arm... it exploded!"
Hearing the scream, the people who had closed their eyes all furrowed their brows.
"Huh? That voice doesn’t sound right!"
"What’s not right about it?"
"Su Mo is young; his scream should be sharp and loud. But this scream is old and hoarse... it sounds like Elder Guo’s voice."
"Don’t be ridiculous! How could Elder Guo possibly lose to Su Mo!"
"But..."
"No buts!"
The Desolate Old Monster shook his head and sighed, "Even Sect Leader Chu was no match for Elder Guo and was injured by him. There’s no way Su Mo could..."
Just then, Huang Yunan tugged hard on the Desolate Old Monster’s sleeve, her voice trembling. "Grandpa, look..."
"What is there to see? Didn’t Su Mo’s arm just get blown off?"
The Desolate Old Monster scolded, "Xiaonan, you’re someone who’s seen the world. How can you have so little composure? Being so hasty and panicked, how will you ever accomplish anything great!"
Huang Yunan desperately tried to explain, "No, Grandpa, it’s Elder Guo... his arm exploded!"
"Don’t talk nonsense! Be careful or Elder Guo will retaliate against us!"
The Desolate Old Monster looked up at Elder Guo. "Isn’t Elder Guo’s arm perfectly fine... Holy crap, how did Elder Guo’s arm explode?"
At almost the exact same moment, everyone opened their eyes and was instantly dumbfounded.
In the center of the battlefield, Su Mo stood perfectly unharmed.
But as for Elder Guo, his entire right arm had exploded into a bloody mist. He was grimacing in pain, his face contorting.
What was going on?
The Desolate Old Monster stood rooted to the spot, his face a mask of utter confusion.