Swoosh!
Su Mo moved at lightning speed, flashing into the center of the arena like a bolt of electricity.
This scene instantly stunned everyone from the Wind Lightning Divine Sect, the Shadow Race, and the Eight-Eyed Race, leaving them completely bewildered.
That was because the upcoming battle was for the mid-stage Martial Saint realm Paragon, and both participating parties were Saint Kings.
Thus, Su Mo—merely a mid-stage Martial Saint—suddenly stepping onto the stage left everyone dumbfounded.
Senior Brother Wan Shengxiao's expression darkened. Was this Su Mo intentionally here to cause trouble?
"Elder Jiang, are you losing your mind in your old age? The upcoming bout is at the Saint King level. Why have you arranged for an early-stage Martial Saint disciple to take the stage?"
Elder Tong Yu of the Eight-Eyed Race looked across at Elder Jiang and shouted in a resonant voice.
Elder Jiang did not answer Elder Tong Yu; instead, he gazed at Su Mo and sternly shouted, "Su Mo, what are you doing? Get back here immediately and do not disrupt the competition!"
Anger flared in Elder Jiang's heart. This Su Mo was utterly devoid of sense! What on earth were you trying to accomplish by running into the middle of the arena when you were merely a mid-stage Martial Saint?
"Get back!"
Wan Shengxiao strode toward the center of the arena, his cold shout shaking the surrounding void.
The upcoming battle was his. If Su Mo dared to make trouble, he wouldn't mind suppressing him directly.
"Elder Jiang, I will fight the upcoming battle!" Su Mo ignored Wan Shengxiao, fixed his gaze on Elder Jiang, and shouted loudly.
As soon as these words fell, the entire crowd instantly grew quiet.
The members of the Wind Lightning Divine Sect froze, the people of the Shadow Race froze,