Su Mo had been defeated by Young Master Wangyue and knocked down in a single move. Whether it was Ming Han or Qu Ya and the other two, all of them were burning with rage.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of air splitting rang out as Ming Han, Qu Ya, Luo Rong, and Jian Zhong flew above Su Mo one after another.
"Trash, was this the confidence you spoke of?" Ming Han looked down at Su Mo from on high and coldly berated him.
Su Mo looked up at Ming Han, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes. However, he did not get angry and temporarily endured it, putting the bigger picture first.
With a flash, Su Mo flew out of the deep pit and arrived before Ming Han and the others. "I was careless for a moment."
"Careless for a moment?"
Ming Han sneered upon hearing this and mocked, "If you're trash, don't make excuses!"
After saying that, he shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. A person like you isn't even worth wasting my breath on!"
Ming Han was extremely disdainful. Su Mo's strength had truly opened his eyes—it was simply too pathetic. He truly did not know how Su Mo had cultivated to the late-stage Martial Saint realm.
"Brother Shangguan, you swore so confidently before that you could complete the mission. I thought you were something impressive, but I never expected your strength to be this unbearable!" Disappointment appeared on Qu Ya's alluring face.
She was deeply disappointed. Seeing Su Mo so full of confidence and speaking so boldly, she had thought he was also a genius with formidable combat strength.
Yet the facts had explained everything. This Shangguan Hao was merely an arrogant and ignorant fool.
"You nearly got us killed!"
With a gloomy expression,