After defeating You Lang, Su Mo looked calm and turned to glance at Yun Youyou, discovering that she was also looking at him.
With a slight smile, Su Mo made no further gesture and flew back to the spectator stands.
He certainly wouldn't act as shamelessly as Yang Tiancheng; this matter needed to be taken step by step and could not be rushed.
Facing Su Mo's smile, Yun Youyou nodded slightly. She had inexplicably developed a trace of goodwill toward Su Mo's calm and steady personality—though, of course, it was just goodwill.
Compared to Yang Tiancheng's bluntness, Su Mo's demeanor was clearly much more comfortable.
At this moment, the defeated You Lang had already transformed back into his true form. His face was a shifting shade of green and red, and while he was deeply reluctant to admit his defeat, the facts forced him to do so.
Being defeated by someone with a lower cultivation realm than his own in front of countless people filled him with immense humiliation. For a moment, he felt as if needles were pricking his back, and he stood frozen on the spot, not knowing what to do.
"You Lang, come back!" Sen Lang Half-Saint of the Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe called out softly.
Hearing this, You Lang could only let out a long sigh and silently flew back to the stands.
Next, the martial arena temporarily had no challengers stepping up, and everyone was discussing Su Mo, universally believing that he had high hopes of winning first place.
After all, being able to defeat You Lang essentially proved that he possessed invincible strength among martial artists in the Martial Emperor Realm.
The monstrous geniuses of the other factions all felt their hearts sink inwardly, and each secretly regarded Su Mo as their greatest rival