At this moment, although the martial arts competition had not reached its absolute end, first place was already a settled matter.
Everyone from the Dao Sect wore expressions of joy, while the people from the other Six Great Powers had extremely ugly looks on their faces. In this competition, the limelight had been entirely stolen by the Dao Sect.
On the battle stage, it was as if an invisible radiance radiated from Su Mo's body. The entire man had become the center of this heaven and earth, incomparably dazzling and attracting everyone's gaze.
Su Mo turned his head and looked far away at Yun Youyou on the northern spectator stand. Finding that she was also gazing at him, he immediately smiled slightly at her, then drifted back toward the grandstand, looking incomparably unrestrained.
Seeing this, Yun Youyou also smiled a radiant smile. She couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity toward this Su Mo; this was a truly enigmatic figure, unknown to the world, yet whose talent and battle strength utterly slaughtered all peerless geniuses.
"Youyou, this Su Mo definitely has feelings for you!" Seeing Su Mo's action, Ling Xuan said softly.
"Sister Ling Xuan, how do you know?" Yun Youyou asked curiously.
"Do you even need to ask? Your emotional intelligence is simply too low, Youyou!"
Ling Xuan rolled her eyes and continued, "Didn't you see he kept looking at you? It's obvious he has feelings for you!"
"Perhaps!" Yun Youyou pursed her rosy lips and said noncommittally. For her, matters of affection were something she would never consider.
On the other side, after Su Mo returned to the grandstand, all the Dao Sect disciples and elders showed him the utmost respect, even including True Dry Half-Saint.
"Su Mo, this time you secured first place in the martial