Decapitating the General

"Ye Mo!" Li Huo roared, "Do you think that just because you became a Saint you have the strength of one? By playing tricks to win, you'll never be able to achieve the Cultivation Dao.

He gritted his teeth, and it was as if his entire body had roared. Ye Mo had won the Saint Elect Tournament, which was his greatest disgrace. If looks could kill, then Ye Mo would have died 10,000 times.

"Really?"

Boom!

At the moment when Ye Mo spoke, a giant fist descended from the sky and attacked, as if the entire sky had been pressed down. The Zhu Immortal Divine Fist burst out of the air.