Blood Weeping Land

As Chen Mo's voice rang across the entire plaza.

The people on the plaza were instantly dumbfounded.

Among their group, those who had come to challenge him were all at the Grotto-Heaven Realm Early Stage to Middle Stage, with only a few at the Grotto-Heaven Realm Late Stage. There was not a single person in the Transformation Profound Realm. After all, experts of the Transformation Profound Realm still cared about their pride. Knowing Chen Mo was in seclusion, they had not issued any further challenges.

But it was different for those in the Grotto-Heaven Realm.

Although some Grotto-Heaven Realm cultivators also cared about their pride, there were far more people at this realm, so they were naturally a mixed bunch.

How could they not be tempted by a thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones for free?

They were simply unlucky enough to run into Chen Mo just as he emerged from seclusion.

As challengers, they had to put up a wager—one thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

If Chen Mo refused to fight, they could naturally take back their thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones and gain another thousand for free.

But now that Chen Mo had accepted the challenge, if they backed down.

They would lose those thousand Spirit Stones.

As ordinary members, their monthly pay was thirty thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones. Still, losing a thousand all at once was rather painful.

Nangong Jinse pursed her lips and looked at Chen Mo, his white robes fluttering above. "Grotto-Heaven Realm Late Stage? You broke through?"

"After more than sixty years, if I still hadn't broken through, wouldn't that make me useless?"

A smile rested at the corner of Chen Mo's lips. He immediately leaped down from above the volcano and landed in the plaza. Looking at the group that had come to challenge him, he smiled.