The instant the pressure descended, Su Mo felt his body sink.
It was as though a towering mountain had been placed upon his shoulders, forcing his back to bend slightly beneath the crushing weight.
He gritted his teeth and tried to resist the terrifying pressure.
Suddenly, the dark red mask on his face finally gave out beneath the pressure and shattered with a bang, revealing a young, handsome face.
His complexion was slightly pale at the moment.
All the mystery surrounding Su Mo was completely shattered in that instant.
In the stands, the crowd that had been preparing to flee suddenly froze, countless gazes focusing on Su Mo in unison.
"Asura is actually so young?"
"God, Asura is so handsome..." Quite a few infatuated female spectators had their eyes light up at once.
Just then, a burly figure suddenly appeared before Su Mo.
It was Golden Crocodile Douluo.
He did not even make a move. Simply standing there, he was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all of Tang Wei's terrifying pressure.
The pressure on Su Mo vanished abruptly. He gasped for breath, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.
At that moment, Bibi Dong hurried onto the arena and grabbed his arm, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.
"Junior brother, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Su Mo shook his head and straightened up.
Golden Crocodile Douluo then swept his gaze across the people from the Clear Sky Sect and said coldly,
"What? Is the mighty Clear Sky Sect unable to accept defeat? Are you planning to renege on the bet?"
The moment he finished speaking, an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body.
Immediately afterward, nine Spirit Rings emerged one after another.
When the final blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring appeared, the entire Great Soul Arena seemed to have