Chu Mo could be described as extremely audacious to the utmost.
The disciples of the Sacred Cloud Sect present hated Chu Mo to the bone.
Yet, while filled with hatred for Chu Mo, they also felt a hint of fear.
Yes, fear. If Huang Haixuan hadn't died, they would have only scorned and mocked Chu Mo.
But now, in their hearts, they experienced another change—a fear.
They considered Huang Haixuan to be a genius among geniuses, to say nothing of the fact that Huang Haixuan was only twenty-five years old.
The reality, however, was beyond their imagination. This youngster, who appeared even younger than Huang Haixuan, was an even more monstrous talent!
"This young man, he really is full of surprises," Luo Shuilan stared deeply at Chu Mo, and there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.
If previously she regarded Chu Mo as one would an ordinary person, then now, Luo Shuilan harbored some expectations for him.
That was because Chu Mo's strength had exceeded her imagination.
