Under the gaze of thousands, Yuan Qingtian finally stood up and looked at the young man standing among the clouds, like the Chaos Supreme.
In his eyes, a thick desire for battle appeared:
"Hehe! I didn't expect you to be much stronger than I imagined!"
"In light of this, an unprecedented desire for battle has arisen within me!"
"Today, I will bring out my strongest state to fight you!"
"So, even if you die in this battle, you will have died with honor!"
Lin Mo's cold eyes also swept over Yuan Qingtian briefly, then he calmly said:
"Me, die? You don't have the qualifications!"
Yuan Qingtian responded with a laugh instead of anger, his gaze frosty:
"Young man, I admit that your ability to reach the heavens in one step is extraordinary, but I, Yuan Qingtian, known as the Sword Saint, have long been famous and now stand as the number five superpower on the Emperor List. If I want you dead, what chance would you have to survive?"