Mo Ruohe drifted down like a feather, landing without the slightest sound.
He looked at Yang Luo expressionlessly and said, "I'm the unlucky one for running into you, Yang Luo."
Yang Luo grew even more embarrassed upon hearing that, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.
The more than fifteen million beings burst into laughter.
Although Yang Luo was a Heavenly Dao Supreme Saint and powerful in his own right, there was still an enormous gap between him and Mo Ruohe.
Even if Mo Ruohe was mediocre, he was still a legend of the human race.
"Yang Luo's embarrassed now, huh? Still acting so arrogant?"
"I seriously suspect the Great Emperor deliberately picked him!"
"I think so too. I'm dying of laughter."
"How will Yang Luo die?"
"Hall Master Mo, blow him apart!"
Tens of millions of mocking voices converged, creating a spectacular uproar. Even a Heavenly Dao Supreme Saint would find it difficult to remain calm.
Yang Luo's face alternated between green and white. Facing Mo Ruohe, he truly lacked the courage to make a move.
"Hurry up and make me unlucky!"
Mo Ruohe said indifferently. Clearly, he too disliked Yang Luo's arrogance.
Yang Luo gritted his teeth and said, "I concede!"
A battle that had originally been expected to be fierce ended so dramatically. Amid the deafening clamor, Yang Luo left in embarrassment, while Mo Ruohe returned to the white jade pavilion.
The Supreme Divine Hall immediately surpassed the Ancient Demon God Hall in momentum.
Qin Jun had not opened his eyes from beginning to end. Mo Ruohe was not worthy of making him open them.
His composed demeanor kept many beings watching him. Amid the earth-shaking cheers, Qin Jun, sitting with his eyes shut, seemed so out of place that people could not help