“Senior brother, this person is not simple!” Seeing that Su Mo disappeared, the beautiful woman sent a sound transmission to the majestic young man beside her.
“Does it need to be said? It must not be easy for him to be able to withstand the tearing force at the gate of the temple, even though he is a mere early stage martial artist!” The majestic young man also said via voice transmission.
“No, what I mean is that this person may really have the strength of a holy king!” the beautiful woman said through voice transmission with a solemn expression.
Just now, she inspected Su Mo carefully, and found a very hidden power in Su Mo’s body, which was very powerful and unfathomable.
“The strength of the Holy King? Impossible?” Hearing this, the majestic young man was surprised. How could the Martial Saint have the strength of the Holy King in the early stage? He thought everyone was Su Mo!
“Perhaps! Let’s see if this person can make it to the list of holy kings!” said the glamorous woman, even if she has the strength of a holy king, it is unlikely to make it to the list of holy kings.
After all, those who can be ranked on the list of saint kings have reached the ultimate level of saint kings.
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After Su Mo walked into the stone pillar, his eyes suddenly opened up. He looked up and saw a gray space.
This space is huge, with no end in sight at a glance, and nothing.
Su Mo stood in the void, motionless like a mountain. He knew in his heart that since it was a test, opponents would appear, and he just had to wait.
Sure enough, after only one breath, the space thousands of miles ahead slowly distorted.
A tall figure slowly walked out from the distorted space.
This person looks young, about twenty years old, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a silver robe, with an outstanding temperament.
As for this person’s face, the face was cut like an ax and a machete, with sharp edges and corners, appearing resolute and stern.
“Huh?” Su Mo raised his eyebrows when he saw this person. Is this person the most powerful Saint Emperor since ancient times?
However, how does he feel that this person is somewhat similar to the World Lord of Wanjie Mountain!
Su Mo has never met the World Lord, but there is a statue of the World Lord on the square of Wanjie Mountain.
In his opinion, this person’s face was slightly similar to the face of the World Lord statue.
“Could it be that Di Yihun is the Lord of the Ten Thousand Realms Mountain?” Su Mo guessed in his heart that it was quite possible.
It’s just that he can’t prove it now, after all, it’s just a two-point resemblance, which doesn’t explain anything.
“Early stage of Martial Saint Realm!” Di Yihun looked at Su Mo and said expressionlessly.
Su Mo ignored the other party, and with a thought, the Flying Insect Sword appeared in his hand, filled with purple-gold light.
“Your cultivation level is too low, so you are not qualified to let me take action!” Di Yihun shook his head immediately when he saw that Su Mo was about to fight.
“Really?” Su Mo frowned when he heard that. Isn’t this person a mind projection? How could he underestimate people?
This is surprising. Could it be that this projection already has wisdom.
“If you don’t make a move, then I will!” Su Mo said flatly.
“Go ahead, I only have 10% strength, if you can defeat me, it means you have the strength of a holy king!” Di Yihun said in a deep voice.
“10%?” Su Mo sneered at the words, and then he made a move without hesitation, and swung his sword.
The dazzling chaotic sword energy traverses the sky like heaven and earth.
“It really has the strength of a holy king!” Emperor Soul was surprised when he saw Su Mo’s attack.
In response, Di Yihun didn’t take any action to resist. Now that Su Mo had the strength of a holy king, he didn’t need to take any action.
Immediately afterwards, Di Yihun’s body was instantly slashed by the sword energy, and he was instantly killed.
Su Mo’s expression was flat. He didn’t feel complacent in beheading the opponent. No matter how strong this person was, he only had 10% of his strength, which was not worth mentioning.
Di Yihun disappeared, and the surroundings became calm again. Su Mo continued to wait.
Shaoqing, thousands of miles ahead, the space was distorted again, Di Yihun came back from the dead, and walked out of the distorted space again.
“You are very good. You are one of the most talented people I have met since I was a tester!” Di Yihun looked at Su Mo and said calmly.
“How much strength do you have now?” Su Mo asked in a deep voice. In his opinion, this person must be getting stronger and stronger until he displays his peak combat power.
“Now I have the strength to be number 100 on the list of holy kings. If you defeat me, you will be on the list of holy kings!” Di Yihun said.
Hearing this, Su Mo nodded slightly. He understood that in the next battle, Emperor Yihun will not improve his strength by ten percent after ten percent, but will display his strength according to the strength of the strongest on the list of holy kings.