All the Dao Sect disciples participating in the competition clenched their teeth, their expressions resolute.
As the saying went, Buddha fought for a stick of incense, and men fought for a breath of pride. Since no one thought highly of them, they had to produce real results and slap everyone in the face.
They would let everyone see that the Dao Sect's disciples were no worse than those of any other power.
"Lü Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu, the three of you must not be careless!" True Dry Half-Saint continued. His gaze fell upon the three, his eyes filled with gravity. Whatever results the Dao Sect could achieve in this competition depended on their performances.
"Rest assured, Elder Zhen Ku!"
The three nodded solemnly, then each took a deep breath and adjusted their condition. They all knew that if they failed to obtain good results in this competition, the Dao Sect would suffer another crushing defeat.
Su Mo glanced at True Dry Half-Saint and secretly shook his head. He estimated that Lü Gang and the other two had very little hope of entering the top ten.
Those foreign-race geniuses were all extremely powerful, and three of the Seven Great Powers had yet to arrive.
"Su Mo, look over there. That is Yan Lan Tian of the Black Flame Tribe!" Feng Guang looked toward the Black Flame Tribe's side and motioned for Su Mo to look.
Su Mo raised his head and saw a thin Black Flame Tribe youth seated beside Yan Huo. His eyes were closed, utterly indifferent to the sounds around him.
The Black Flame Tribe people were so dark that their faces resembled charred coal. At a cursory glance, their appearances did not seem all that different.
"And those two are You Lang of the Howling Celestial Wolf