Elder Wei did not speak of killing Su Mo, only of punishment. If it were on the battle stage and Su Mo were killed in a duel, that would still be fine.
However, as an elder, if he were to make a move and wipe out Su Mo, then the matter would blow up into a huge deal. He did not have that kind of guts.
After all, Su Mo's identity was no small matter.
Hearing Elder Wei's words, Su Mo sneered and looked at the other party, saying, "You couldn't even beat me, so what kind of True Gang Realm Ninth Layer martial artist are you? You're just an ant. Kill you and you're dead!"
Su Mo's face wore a look of disdain, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
Su Mo was no longer afraid of this Elder Wei now; if the other party wanted to deal with him, anything he said would be useless.
Moreover, the other party did not make a move immediately, which clearly showed he had scruples.
The crowd was speechless. This Su Mo was truly fierce; if he grew up in the future, he would probably be another Lin Langxuan.
"You're courting death!"
Elder Wei was already blazing with fury. Hearing Su Mo's words, the anger in his heart burned even brighter. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out with a large hand, wanting to capture Su Mo.
His massive hand grabbed out, a palm print hundreds of zhang wide blotting out the sun and covering the firmament, suppressing downward toward Su Mo from the peak of the mountain.
This palm was countless times stronger than the true gang qi giant palm Su Mo had conjured. The boundless force fluctuations were like towering mountains and great rivers, and the