"Are you going to stand up for him?"
When Yin Luan saw Su Mo looking his way, he spoke with a cold expression.
He had also been slightly startled by Su Mo and Ling Shang's tests just now, but once he came to his senses, he knew something was wrong.
A Level 108 racial talent—how could that be possible?
At the very least, he would not believe it.
There had to be some treasure on Su Mo or Ling Shang that had affected the test results, producing such a ridiculous Level 108 racial talent.
Therefore, whether facing Su Mo or the humans, Yin Luan did not care in the slightest.
A mere human race, a group of ants below the Creation Realm—how could they possibly be worth his notice?
"Calm your anger, my lords, calm your anger!"
Seeing this, Yu Ze hurriedly stepped between the two sides and warned, "This is the Sacred Hall's testing ground. You must not make a move here, or all of us will die."
"Lord Yin Luan, let us go. There is no need to lower ourselves to their level!"
Yu Tan also stepped forward to mediate. He did not particularly care what happened to the humans; the main point was that this was the wrong place. How could they start such a huge fight within the Sacred Hall's territory?
"Mm!"
Yin Luan nodded slightly. Then, with a sweep of his hand, he led the other four members of the Silver God Race away with Yu Tan.
The four Silver God Race members all had exceptionally gloomy gazes. They swept their eyes over the humans, each one revealing disdain and a sneer.
"Silver God Race, very well. I'll remember you."
Su Mo smiled without getting angry, but the Silver God Race would pay the price