"Elder Tong Yu, please quickly arrange for disciples to fight!" Seeing that the other party remained silent, Su Mo urged him.
"We concede!" After his expression shifted for a moment, Elder Tong Yu gritted his teeth and spoke with an ugly look on his face.
"Excellent!" Su Mo's face immediately broke into a smile upon hearing this.
Among the Wind Lightning Divine Sect disciples, quite a few wore smiles. They had won—won so easily, at that.
"Ha ha! Good!" Elder Jiang could not help but laugh loudly. Su Mo had truly brought him honor.
With Su Mo's strength, they now had a sliver of hope against the Shadow Race.
After all, Su Mo was only at the mid-stage Martial Saint realm. It could be said that a battle at the mid-stage Martial Saint realm was a sure victory.
Wan Shengxiao's face darkened. He took a deep breath, cold light flickering in his eyes as no one knew what he was thinking.
"Interesting. Your combat strength is truly rare in this world. Even my hands are starting to itch!"
On the Shadow Race's side, An Jian stood with his arms folded across his chest, faint battle intent appearing on his face.
He had never seen such a formidable genius before. Where in the world had this Su Mo sprung from?
"No need to be in such a hurry. There will be plenty of chances!"
Su Mo spoke calmly. Then, looking at Elder An Lin of the Shadow Race, he said, "Elder An Lin, arrange someone to fight!"
Elder An Lin was expressionless as he nodded slightly. Though Su Mo was powerful, the battle against the Shadow Race would not be decided by a single match.
Looking across the Wind Lightning Divine Sect, only Su Mo was formidable. The rest were nothing