In the blink of an eye, the Sky-breaking Sword Light was less than ten meters above Lin Mo's head.
At the base of Star-picking Peak, countless pairs of eyes trembled with shock.
Dong Man, Yang Miaomiao, Wu Mingzhe, Zhou Yitao, Su Xinhe, and others were already staring agape.
And in Cheng Miaohan's eyes was an unprecedented worry. Looking at the cold figure of the young man high in the sky, she felt he was so far, yet so near—so near that it tensed her heart, as if she were on the brink of an abyss, extremely worried.
"Don't!!"
Subconsciously, Cheng Miaohan screamed out in a panic, for she could not bear to see Lin Mo be slain or destroyed by that sword.
As for the other top martial artists, their expressions were filled with extreme horror,
"This Mr. Lin from Shu Province is really too careless, I'm afraid he can't escape this move!"
"I think maybe he's too scared to move!"
"What a pity, such a prodigious talent, yet he's about to die before our very eyes."
