Su Mo did not leave. Since he had defeated Zhu Ying, he naturally had to firmly establish his position as Squadron Leader.
All the onlookers fixed their gazes on Su Mo, their faces filled with shock.
This Shangguan Hao was actually so powerful. He had defeated Zhu Ying in a single move—simply terrifying.
In the distance, atop a rather tall stone hall, stood a young man clad in silver armor.
The young man was sturdily built, broad-shouldered and powerfully backed, with a wide face and a resolute expression.
He merely stood there quietly, yet he exuded an invisible air of dominance.
"Su Mo!"
The young man gazed at Su Mo from afar and muttered softly. At a glance, he saw that this so-called Shangguan Hao was Su Mo, whose name was renowned throughout the Divine Martial Academy.
It was said that Su Mo possessed peerless talent and heaven-defying combat strength. Defeating Zhu Ying in one move was nothing strange.
After a short while, the young man stopped watching. With a flash, he returned to the stone hall below.
Su Mo stood before the entrance to his stone hall. After waiting briefly, he saw Zhu Ying being supported by Lai Yu and the others as they flew back toward the Red Dragon Camp.
Zhu Ying's face was deathly pale and ugly beyond measure, with blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Zhu Ying's condition naturally drew the attention of countless people in Sacred Emperor City. Quite a few pointed at him and whispered among themselves.
Hearing the crowd's discussions, Zhu Ying's face nearly twisted out of shape. He was a direct descendant of the Zhu family, one of the three great Lineages of the Imperial Ancestor Sacred Dynasty. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lai