Outside the cultivation room, the crowd was seething with outrage, while inside, Spirit Mist churned and surged in rolling waves.
Su Mo opened his eyes, his face darkening as his brows furrowed slightly.
Naturally, he had heard the bursts of angry shouting outside the cultivation room. He had also noticed that a group of Wu clan members had completely blocked the door to his cultivation room.
"Utterly absurd!" Su Mo sneered, then closed his eyes again and continued cultivating.
Those people wanted him to come out? Then he would do the exact opposite.
He was not afraid in the slightest. The cultivation room was safe enough, and those outside could not open it at all.
These cultivation rooms were built from special materials and protected by formations, precisely to prevent someone from suddenly opening them from outside and disturbing the cultivators within, causing them to suffer qi deviation.
Unless Su Mo opened the cultivation room from within, the people outside would never be able to enter.
Su Mo did not care how furious those people outside were. As long as he had enough spiritual qi to cultivate, why should he care whether those Wu clan members lived or died?
These Wu clan members were all his enemies. If his strength had been sufficient, he would have wiped every last one of them out.
Of course, Su Mo was not afraid of offending them either. Within the Wu clan, the clan rules were extremely strict, and clan members were forbidden from slaughtering one another in private. Violators would face severe punishment.
Rumble!
Su Mo once again immersed himself in cultivation. The ink-black profound strength within his body flowed on without end like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.
Demonic qi surged sky-high within his profound strength. It was not far from being