Seeing Xiang Lao'er and Qin Budai, Su Mo was filled with emotion.
In the long river of time, several decades had flashed by in the blink of an eye. Time truly flowed like water.
With a sigh, Su Mo sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to meditate quietly.
No one knew how long it would be before the contest began. Cultivating was better.
Su Mo closed his eyes, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and cultivated in silence.
From time to time, experts from superpowers arrived, along with scattered independent experts.
More and more experts gathered here, their numbers already exceeding five or six hundred.
The Undying Race, the True Spirit Clan, the Kunpeng Clan—these powerful races also arrived one after another, their formidable auras blanketing heaven and earth.
Each of these three races had super prodigies ranked among the Top Ten Prodigies of the Divine Path.
However, Su Mo could not care less about any of this. He was waiting for the Overlord Race members to arrive.
After about another quarter of an hour, the Overlord Race experts finally came.
At the end of the horizon, a large group of figures rushed over at high speed. Before they even arrived, powerful killing intent had already spread through the air.
"Such powerful killing intent!"
"The Overlord Race came prepared!"
"The target of that killing intent is obvious!"
Many people discussed it in low voices. There was no need to guess whom the Overlord Race wanted to kill. Who else could it be but Su Mo?
Su Mo opened his eyes and stared at the rapidly approaching Overlord Race experts. Sensing that powerful killing intent, a chill flashed in his gaze.
At present, he no longer feared them. He was confident that, aside from the mighty rulers at the Demigod