"Su Mo!"
The black-clad young man strode up before Su Mo and immediately shouted coldly.
Su Mo, who had been immersed in comprehension, opened his eyes at those words. He glanced at the black-clad young man before him, then at the richly dressed young man behind him, and instantly understood.
Trouble had come!
Su Mo said nothing. He merely looked at the other party calmly and waited for him to speak.
"You robbed the Storage Rings of my four brothers. Your nerve is truly sky-high! I'll give you one chance: return double the amount and apologize!" the black-clad young man said coldly.
He had originally intended to kill Su Mo, but considering that Su Mo might be connected to Saint Master Huoyuan, he took a step back to avoid inviting trouble.
"Sorry, I don't have it," Su Mo said, shaking his head.
Return double?
What a fool's dream!
Forget whether he had that much wealth—even if he did, he would not hand it over.
He had robbed them because they had tried to extort him. They had brought it upon themselves.
"You don't know life from death!" Killing intent flashed wildly in the black-clad young man's eyes. The richly dressed young man was so furious that he clenched his fists until they cracked.
"Fine! Since you refuse, accept my challenge! Do you dare?" the black-clad young man roared, his voice shaking the surroundings.
All the Divine Martial Academy disciples around Profound Saint Mountain were startled. Everyone stopped comprehending the profundities and turned to look in this direction.
"Isn't that Leng Jiang from the Northern Courtyard?"
"And He Chuanyan!"
"Which courtyard is that kid from?"
"He's from our Southern Courtyard. I think his name is Su Mo. He even offended Taishi Xuan last time!"
Quite a few people began discussing in