"Elder Tong Yu, please send a disciple up for battle!" Su Mo persuaded him, seeing that the elder was silent.
"We admit defeat!" As his face darkened, Elder Tong Yu gritted his teeth and glowered.
"Great!" Su Mo's face lit up instantly with a smile.
Many smiles emerged on the faces of the Wind-thunder Sect disciples. They had won so easily.
"Haha! Great!" Elder Jiang burst out into laughter. Su Mo had brought pride to him.
With Su Mo's strength, they had a hope of confronting the Dark Shadow Tribe.
After all, Su Mo was only a Middle Stage Martial Sage. He could sweep out all the Middle Stage Martial Sages.
Wan Shengxiang's face darkened as he sighed deeply. Cold radiance crossed his light as he pondered deeply.
"Interesting, your combat strength is rare. I am itching for a fight!"
In the side of the Dark Shadow Clan, Tong Jian held his arms across his chest as a smile stretched across his face.