The Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe members were furious. Su Mo had actually struck so ruthlessly; Mo Lang would be unable to continue participating in the martial meet.
However, they could not say anything. After all, in a martial meet like this, as long as no lives were taken, it did not count as breaking the rules.
"You Lang, you know what to do in the next round, right?"
Among the Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe, the leading Sen Lang Half-Saint spoke to You Lang, who stood beside him covered in silver fur.
"Rest assured, Uncle. I will defeat Su Mo and make him lose miserably!" You Lang said in a deep voice. He had to defeat Su Mo, first to vent Mo Lang's anger, and second to win back the Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe's pride.
After all, one of the tribe's top geniuses had been instantly defeated by Su Mo. It truly left the Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe with no face to show.
"Mhm!" Sen Lang Half-Saint nodded.
At this moment, Su Mo and Mo Lang's battle had long since ended, and the matches on the fighting stage had continued.
Yet the entire martial arena remained abuzz. Countless people were still discussing Su Mo—discussing his strength and his background.
Su Mo's performance had simply been too astonishing, leaving everyone incredulous.
Still, although Su Mo was powerful, he seemed to rely only on some bizarre ability. His true cultivation strength still needed to be examined.
In the stands.
Su Mo watched the battles quietly. He could feel countless gazes sizing him up.
There were people from the Taiyin Tribe, people from the other Six Great Powers, and disciples of the Dao Sect.
Lü Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu, and the other Dao Sect disciples wore complicated expressions. The Dao Sect had previously