Everyone stared fixedly at Mo Lang on the battle platform, his body still twitching as he lay on the ground.
Everyone was dumbfounded, utterly bewildered!
It was over?
Just like that?
Mo Lang had lost? Instantly defeated?
Everyone was stunned. No one could react; it had all happened far too quickly!
Before the battle had even begun, Mo Lang, whom everyone had believed would surely win, had simply fallen.
The entire martial arena was deathly silent. One could hear a needle drop, and everyone seemed to have stopped breathing.
Only after more than a dozen breaths did the entire martial arena completely erupt, a soaring tidal wave sweeping through the nine heavens.
"My heavens, Mo Lang lost?"
"What happened?"
"How strange! Was that Battle Soul power?"
"How is that possible? Mo Lang was instantly defeated by someone at the Martial Emperor Realm, Eighth Layer? That's too terrifying, isn't it?"
Noisy cries rose and fell in succession, shaking the heavens with their clamor as the entire martial arena turned feverish.
Everyone was shocked. This was an ending no one had ever expected, an utterly unforeseen outcome.
Originally, seeing Su Mo brimming with confidence, everyone had guessed that he might truly possess extraordinary strength. Yet even so, no one had imagined that his strength would be extraordinary to such a degree.
Instantly defeating Mo Lang with cultivation at the Martial Emperor Realm, Eighth Layer—what kind of concept was that?
Even monstrous geniuses might not be able to accomplish it!
Moreover, Su Mo's ability was so bizarre. Was that purple mist a Battle Soul? And what Battle Soul was it?
At this moment, those most shocked were undoubtedly the disciples and elders of the Dao Sect.
Feng Guang's fat face was a spectacular sight, as though he had seen a ghost. He had