"Su Mo, your defeat is certain. For the sake of us both belonging to the Thirteen Great Powers, hand over your jade token, and I'll leave you some dignity!" Wei Cheng said with a smile, as though he had Su Mo completely in his grasp.
Su Mo ignored Wei Cheng and turned to examine the thirty-odd martial artists from the Kunyun World. They were no different from the human race outside.
Their cultivations varied greatly, the lowest being Spirit Martial Realm First Layer and the highest Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Layer.
There was only one person at Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Layer, a tall, thin old man in a brown robe, while there were three Spirit Martial Realm Seventh Layer martial artists, all of them middle-aged men.
The rest were all below Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Layer, utterly beneath notice.
"Brother Wei, do you really think you have me trapped?" Su Mo asked in a deep voice.
"What? Do you think you still have any hope of winning?" Wei Cheng sneered. He did not believe Su Mo could turn the heavens upside down now.
He admitted that Su Mo was monstrously talented, and he was no match for him in a battle between equals. But there were more than thirty people on their side now, including an expert at Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Layer.
Wei Cheng did not believe Su Mo could overturn the situation. If they still could not take down Su Mo under these circumstances, then he might as well stop showing his face.
He had spent no small amount of effort to win over these native martial artists to help him.
Su Mo did not answer Wei Cheng. Instead, he swept his gaze over the thirty-odd martial artists of the Kunyun Small World before finally settling on