Back then, the Wind King had relied on his firm will to go from being a wind element to developing intelligence, rising to an overlord, and eventually becoming the Wind King.
It never knew what inferiority was and only possessed the valor to look down on the rest of the world. But now, when facing Sun Mo who had spoken so fluently, it somehow felt fear in its heart.
A hint of inferiority started to permeate.
"Alright, this is the personal disciples battle. I'm just a side character and shouldn't be stealing the limelight."
Sun Mo smiled, looking suave and natural, instantly capturing the hearts of many young ladies that they screamed their loves for him.
The Wind King threw a glance at Huang Peng and sent out a gust of gale slashing onto his body. While sending him off the arena, it also left a scar on his body as if he had been executed.
He wouldn't die, but an injury was inevitable.
