As Blood Wolf King and Skywing King bickered, cries of surprise rang out from the spectator stands.
The King-level Immortals on the high platform were immediately drawn to it.
Lin Mo in the projection had encountered another opponent.
And this time, he was facing a team of ten at once.
"Oh, isn't this Lin Mo, who has been making quite a name for himself lately?"
"An eighth-stage World Master joining the grand competition? Aren't you a little too impatient?"
"Enough. This is where your journey ends."
"Running into us means you're out of luck."
"..."
Watching this unfold, the King-level Immortals on the platform all turned to Purple Mirror King beside them.
Purple Mirror King's old face reddened. He coughed and said, "Well, those little brats are all the sort who refuse to admit defeat. Who hasn't had a rebellious phase?
"Ahem, it's just that Lin Mo entering the grand competition as an eighth-stage World Master is bound to stir up some jealousy."
There were so many people in the legions—who didn't have a few like that? Still, acting this way in front of everyone made it a little hard for him to save face.
Competition had always been encouraged among their ten great legions.
Being battle-hungry was nothing, but those words had indeed been rather too mocking.
"We didn't say anything, Old Purple. You're overthinking it."
Myriad Spirits King teased.
It left Purple Mirror King in an awkward position. For a moment, he could only cough, unable to think of what to say.
Inside the virtual world, Lin Mo surveyed the ten people around him, his expression barely changing.
The next instant, Lin Mo actually made the first move.
"Damn, he dares fight ten people by himself?"
"An eighth-stage World Master against ten peak World Masters? Is he really