Upon hearing Fan Yun Sheng's words, Su Mo's expression darkened. If the other party wanted to fight, then fight—yet he still had to humiliate Su Mo first.
"Hehe, although Su Mo is only at the peak seventh level of the Martial Venerable realm, he defeated Leng Xie. That level of combat strength is truly heaven-defying!"
Ancestor Jiashen spoke again. "This old man would quite like to see just how powerful such a monstrous genius truly is."
He intended to keep bringing up Su Mo's defeat of Leng Xie and make Su Mo take the field.
After speaking, Ancestor Jiashen glanced faintly at Leng Xie. Seeing that the latter's face had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot, he sneered inwardly.
"That's right. This elder would also like to see a genius capable of defeating Leng Xie!"
The True Demon Race's Third Elder said this not because he was targeting Su Mo. They had never met before; he simply wanted to suppress the Taiyin Tribe.
Since that genius named Su Mo could defeat Leng Xie, if he were defeated by Long Teng as well, the Taiyin Tribe would lose even more face.
"Haha, such a genius should not fear a battle just because his cultivation is low!"
"Indeed. Yin Shen, let that Su Mo of your tribe fight!"
Two more Void God realm experts spoke, both hoping Su Mo would enter the field and battle Long Teng.
Upon hearing this, Yin Shen remained silent and sighed softly.
At that moment, hearing the voices outside, Long Teng was utterly speechless. These people actually wanted Su Mo to fight? Then what the hell was there left to fight?
Su Mo looked toward Yin Shen. If the latter ordered him onto the field, then no matter how unwilling he was, he