The Starry Elder didn't even take action, yet easily defeated the Celestial Mountain Lord—this is quite a slap in the face.
The Celestial Mountain Lord has sat in the position of the Mountain Master for many years and, upon introspection, he believes his strength is quite formidable. At least among those of equal cultivation level, he holds a certain rank. But today, he was still defeated.
The Starry Elder is still facing away from him; such an occurrence is truly frightening.
Fu Mo lifted the teacup and took a sip.
"You have no chance," Fu Mo said. "If you hadn't come, you could have saved your life. It can only be said that since you're here, so eager to rest in peace, Xing Tian doesn't mind granting you that wish."
Fu Mo knew that next, the Celestial Mountain Lord wouldn't be alive anymore; he could die.
"I really don't believe it," the Celestial Mountain Lord said disbelievingly. Even if he was shaken back, what difference does it make?
