"Elder Zhen Ku, you cannot withdraw!" Su Mo hastily said to True Dry Half-Saint.
True Dry Half-Saint heard him and glanced at Su Mo, but he simply ignored him.
He had his own considerations regarding whether or not to withdraw from the martial assembly; he was hardly going to listen to the words of an ordinary disciple who had only come to watch.
"I ask Elder Yin Ze to grant permission!" True Dry Half-Saint lightly cupped his fists toward the northern grandstand, making a sincere request.
"Zhen Ku...!" Su Mo still wanted to speak, but Elder Feng Guang suddenly pulled him back, signaling him not to say any more.
Feng Guang was somewhat speechless in his heart. True Dry Half-Saint was deciding to withdraw from the martial assembly based on the current situation, yet Su Mo, a completely unrelated person, actually spoke up to stop it—was this not asking to make a fool of himself?
The people of the Black Flame Tribe saw that True Dry Half-Saint was about to withdraw directly from the martial assembly, and every one of them could not help revealing sneers. True Dry Half-Saint taking this step could be considered having some self-awareness, sparing him from continuing to make a spectacle of himself here.
On the northern grandstand, Elder Yin Ze heard this, pondered slightly, and nodded. "Since you wish to withdraw, Zhen Ku, this elder will not stop...!"
Elder Yin Ze did not object. In the current situation, there was no meaning in the Dao Sect disciples remaining any longer, so he offered no opposition.
However, before Elder Yin Ze finished speaking, a piercing sound of a tearing void interrupted him.
They saw that in the Dao Sect camp on the southern grandstand, a youth in green robes had his figure transform into a