Outside the Saint King Hall, the crowd did not disperse.
Linghu Tianhua, Sun Dashan, the burly young man, the beautiful woman, and the others all remained there, waiting.
"There's no movement anymore. Could the victor already have been decided?"
Someone spoke with a grave expression. Tremors had continuously sounded from within the hall earlier, but now the sounds had vanished, and the Saint King Hall had fallen quiet.
This meant that Su Mo and Mo Jue had already determined victory and defeat, or perhaps one of them had fallen.
"Mo Jue must have won. As third on the Saint King Ranking, Mo Jue's strength is extraordinarily formidable—not something Su Mo can compare to!"
"Su Mo is strong too! He's fifth on the Saint King Ranking, and he even rose to fourth before!"
"In the end, Su Mo's cultivation is too low. His strength is still somewhat lacking."
"Still, their strengths should have been extremely close. How could it have ended so quickly?"
The crowd discussed animatedly and made their own guesses, but most believed that Mo Jue had won.
After all, Mo Jue had been famous for a long time. The strength of third on the Saint King Ranking was no empty title.
However, in the eyes of the crowd, Su Mo was also exceedingly powerful. Even if he lost, he should have been able to escape, right?
Yet now there was no movement at all. In merely a few breaths, the battle had ended.
"Courting death!" Linghu Tianhua sneered. In his view, if one side had fallen, it had to be Su Mo.
After pondering briefly, Linghu Tianhua prepared to enter and take a look. Since there was no movement now, there should no longer be any danger.
Just as Linghu Tianhua lifted his foot, he suddenly froze. From