At this moment, Su Mo had defeated Hua Yuanhan. Though many people had lost their wagers, no one bore any resentment or unwillingness.
Because they had witnessed a miracle, witnessed the rise of an Ancient Prodigy.
At this moment, everyone felt solemn respect welling up within them, and admiration for Su Mo rose in their hearts.
Most of those in the Death Prison Fighting Arena had spent years roaming the Demonic Fiend Land. Although these people were more bloodthirsty, ruthless, and violent in temperament than martial artists from the outside world, they respected the strong even more.
Previously, although Su Mo had entered the Thousand Prodigies Ranking with True Gang Realm cultivation and become renowned throughout East Continent, no one had seen his heaven-defying prowess firsthand. They had merely marveled inwardly.
But Su Mo's battle with Hua Yuanhan today made these martial artists respect him from the bottom of their hearts.
This was reverence for the strong, reverence for a true genius.
It could be said that Hua Yuanhan's death had completely cemented Su Mo's title as an Ancient Prodigy.
Li Feng and Hong Qingxuan both revealed delighted smiles at the same time. Su Mo would forever remain Su Mo—only becoming more heaven-defying and more powerful, never to be crushed.
On the battle platform.
After searching briefly, Su Mo found Hua Yuanhan's Storage Ring. It, along with the shattered palm, was encased in a small chunk of ice.
With a wave of his hand, Su Mo put away the chunk of ice.
Shortly afterward, once the formation barrier on the battle platform opened, Su Mo strode down from the platform.
After five battles, he had already won an ocean of Spirit Stones. There was no need to continue fighting. Moreover, if he continued and encountered another powerful opponent, he truly