"I had underestimated you!" A faint smile appeared in Void God's eyes. He realized that he had indeed underestimated Su Mo.
Although separated by the world barrier and only able to observe through the watery curtain, he had no way of knowing how Su Mo had slain Wu Qiong within the blood clouds. But he cared only about the result, not the process.
Void God nodded to himself. With such combat strength, Su Mo was likely comparable to the top prodigies of those great star rivers.
The foremost prodigies within those powerful star rivers not only possessed heaven-defying combat strength, but many of them could become Saints by the age of fifty or sixty.
Judging by the current situation, Su Mo was probably not much inferior to those people.
Moreover, as he watched Su Mo's figure, a sharp glint flashed through Void God's eyes, for he discovered that Su Mo's cultivation had not risen again.
He understood in his heart that the Sorcerer Tribe had played some trick. The talisman seal Wu Fengtian had formed earlier seemed rather strange.
However, he would not interfere now. Wu Qiong was already dead, while Su Mo's momentum was like a rainbow. If he intervened now, the Sorcerer Tribe would certainly intervene as well, which would be quite disadvantageous to Su Mo.
At this moment, no one was more excited than the Sacred Emperor. His gaze was fixed tightly upon Su Mo on the watery curtain. The hope that had previously shattered in his heart instantly rose again, soaring even higher.
Light gleamed brilliantly in the Sacred Emperor's eyes. Judging by Su Mo's current performance, winning the championship was not impossible.
Once Su Mo won the championship, the Imperial Ancestor Sacred Dynasty would reap boundless benefits.
That ancient top-grade Dragon Vein was no trivial