"Votive Power has risen quite nicely."
Su Ming, suspended in the air, felt the Votive Power within him surging wildly ever since the battle began and revealed a satisfied smile.
The Votive Power this battle had brought him far exceeded Su Ming's expectations.
It seemed the shock he had given Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and the others had been far too great. The plot had been utterly derailed.
This show should come to an end.
When Su Ming noticed Tang San and the others returning from afar, he began cleaning up the aftermath.
To give this grand spectacle an ending, he withdrew Sage Mode and slowly descended to the ground.
Then, he pretended that his Soul Power had been exhausted and that he had fallen asleep, collapsing onto the ground to rest.
"Brother Ming." Seeing Su Ming collapsed on the ground, Tang San hurried forward with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to check on him.
After confirming that Brother Ming had no injuries and was merely exhausted from overexertion and depleted Soul Power, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Tang San still quietly circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and transferred some Soul Power to Su Ming.
He hoped Brother Ming would wake up soon.
While Tang San treated Su Ming, Dai Mubai and the others merely looked at one another without saying a word.
Perhaps they were still trapped in the aftermath of that earth-shaking, ghost-weeping battle.
A twelve-year-old Level 39 Battle Soul Elder had defeated Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage famed for being known as the "Immovable King of Light."
Even though Zhao Wuji had suppressed his own strength, the significance of that victory was still absurdly terrifying.
After that battle, the pride they took in being geniuses had been thoroughly shattered.
Compared to Su Ming, what kind