"Please calm your anger, sir!"
Just as Su Mo was about to make a move, the Left Protector could no longer bear the pressure and fell to his knees with a bang.
They had absolutely no power to resist. If Su Mo struck, they would undoubtedly die.
He did not want to die!
Nor did he want to watch the entire Ten Directions Pavilion perish. Before death, what did lowering one's head amount to?
They could submit to the Blood Race, and they could submit to the Soul Race. Submitting to this man before them and the Yun Tian Sect was nothing unbearable.
"Pavilion Master... do not act on impulse. You cannot disregard the lives and deaths of over a million Spirit Race members!" the Left Protector cried sorrowfully to Xue Zhen.
Seeing this, Su Mo temporarily halted his attack and watched the two with interest.
Xue Zhen's expression kept changing. She felt both grief and indignation, as well as humiliation. Her resolve had begun to waver, though she had not yet made her final decision.
Seeing this, Su Mo pondered briefly before waving his hand. Two figures appeared at his side.
They were none other than Long Teng and Yi Xiaoxiao.
"The Demon Race!"
Upon seeing Long Teng and Yi Xiaoxiao, Xue Zhen and the Left Protector's expressions changed once more.
"Gate Master!"
Long Teng and the other clasped their fists toward Su Mo and bowed slightly.
Although they were inseparable friends in private, before outsiders, they always maintained the proper respect.
"Mm." Su Mo nodded faintly.
This sight struck Xue Zhen and the Left Protector like a thunderbolt.
The noble Demon Race members were actually subordinates of this mysterious Martial Race man. In an instant, it overturned everything they had once believed.
Although the Left Protector had previously