Mo Yu's words undoubtedly caused an uproar. Immediately afterward, the many Black Annihilation Army soldiers of the Ancient Clan roared their approval in unison.
However, the people of the Yan Tribe looked somewhat displeased. This was the first time they had ever been so blatantly looked down upon.
"Hmph, Mo Yu, don't get too arrogant!"
Yan Yi's face instantly darkened as well, and he said coldly.
"Because I have the strength to back it up." Mo Yu clasped his hands behind his back and smiled confidently.
"Since Brother Mo Yu has made such a request, Yan Gang, you should respectfully comply."
After slowly exhaling, Yan Yi suddenly spoke indifferently upon seeing Mo Yu's calm and composed appearance.
"Good!"
Hearing this, the expressions of the many young geniuses of the Yan Tribe in the distance also darkened. They answered with a cold smile, then abruptly stepped forward. The auras of all ten people suddenly surged to their peaks.
Among them, Yan Gang had the strongest aura. He had actually reached the level of a High-level Half-Saint, while the others were all Nine-star Dou Zun experts!
As these ten fierce auras erupted, quite a few people in the arena changed expressions slightly. The ten of them joining forces would probably be somewhat troublesome to deal with.
"Mo Yu, let my Yan Tribe see whether those rumors about you are true!"
As their auras surged, Yan Yi's courage also soared once more. With a low shout, all ten people shot forward almost simultaneously, their seamless coordination on full display.
The ten people scattered as fast as lightning, surrounding Mo Yu. They then rapidly changed their hand seals with solemn expressions. Ten scorching pillars of fire, each over a hundred zhang tall, erupted, transforming above everyone's heads into ten crimson Flame Dragons that coiled