Hmm?
Ren Fan couldn’t help but frown at Su Mo’s words.
’This guy isn’t even afraid of my father.’
Ren Fan threatened furiously, "Go on, call him! When my father gets here, you’re dead! You’d better find someone to collect your corpse now."
However, Su Mo didn’t move a muscle.
Far from being afraid, his expression was completely unruffled.
Seeing how stubborn Su Mo was, Ren Fan knew he couldn’t keep up the act. He had no choice but to shout toward the edge of the square, "Father, help me! There’s a guy here who wants to kill me!"
BOOM!
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from outside the square.
Ren De stood up and declared, "Hmph. With me, the Patriarch, here, let’s see which bastard dares to touch my son."
At this, everyone in the surrounding crowd frowned.
’Ren De is actually trying to interfere in the Holy Spirit Competition?’
’This is unfair!’
But Ren De paid them no mind. He strode to the edge of the square and threatened coldly, "Kid, I admit my son lost to you. But if you dare to touch a single hair on his head, I, the Patriarch, will..."
PFFT!
Su Mo tapped his finger on Ren Fan’s forehead, poking a bloody hole right through it.
And then, Ren Fan collapsed.
Ren Fan said in disbelief, "You... you... you actually dared to kill me in front of my father?"
"So what?"
Su Mo said indifferently.
He had wanted to swat Ren Fan dead for a long time. He’d only let him live this long because he never had the chance.
Otherwise, Ren Fan would have been dead long ago.
Seeing this, everyone in the crowd shot to their feet in shock.
Su Mo had actually done it.
Right in front of Ren De, he had used a single finger to poke Ren De’s son, Ren Fan, to death.
’What kind of guts does that take?’
Someone from Hua Celestial Sect said with a trembling voice, "What did this guy eat to get so bold? To dare strike in front of Ren De and slap the old man in the face?"
"Did he drink some bad booze and let it get to his head?"
Wang Xuan’s face was a mask of disbelief.
Lying on his stretcher, Xiao Fan said in a deep voice, "A true man fears no threat, not even when facing death itself."
"Couldn’t he have just taken a step back?"
Bai Luoxue shook her head.
’Su Mo’s courage is indeed impressive, but he doesn’t understand that what is too rigid is easily broken. He’s destined not to go far.’
"This guy must be getting high on his own arrogance,"
Chen Ge sneered.
He admitted that Su Mo was strong, but that was only among the younger generation. Against a veteran expert like Ren De, who was at the Martial Monarch Perfection Level, he was nothing. He would die so horribly that not even a complete corpse would be left.
"Oh no, Elder Su, you’re in big trouble now."
Man Mountain, Wu Hao, and the others hadn’t expected this either. They were so scared their faces turned deathly pale.
They all whipped their heads toward Ren De and saw that his face was contorted with rage, his eyes red with fury.
Blood-red!
Only Su Mo remained calm. He looked at Ren De and asked, "I touched a hair on your son. What are you going to do about it?"
"You spawn of evil! I, the Patriarch, will kill you!"
Ren De roared, frantically channeling the power of his Martial Monarch Perfection Realm.
Seeing this, everyone frowned.
"Ren De, what do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to ruin the Holy Spirit Competition?"
"In the Holy Spirit Competition, life and death are decided by fate! Your son was less skilled and acted arrogantly at every turn. Doesn’t he deserve to die?"
"With me here, you can forget about disrupting the Holy Spirit Competition."
The crowd chided him one after another.
The disciples who came to participate in the Holy Spirit Competition had all put life and death aside. How could they allow someone to interfere so casually?
Otherwise, wouldn’t it throw everything into chaos?
"No! I, the Patriarch, must kill this boy today and make him pay for my son’s life! Otherwise, I won’t be able to stomach this insult!"
Ren De said, his eyes bloodshot, as he continued to madly channel his Realm’s power, unleashing a terrifying pressure.
However, there was an existence even more terrifying than him.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering pressure erupted, forming a bolt of energy that forcefully dispersed Ren De’s aura.
"This is... the pressure of a Martial King Powerhouse."
"Look, the Saint Spirit Manor Master has made his move."
"Heh, with the old Saint Spirit Manor Master here, Ren De can’t act so arrogant. Everyone, sit down."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The Saint Spirit Manor Master said angrily, "Ren De, are you trying to destroy the fairness of the Holy Spirit Competition and make an enemy of our Holy Spirit Manor?"
"I wasn’t..."
Cold sweat beaded on Ren De’s brow. He tried to explain, but the Saint Spirit Manor Master cut him off.
The Saint Spirit Manor Master said coldly, "Shut your damn mouth. I can overlook you and your son’s usual arrogance, but if you dare disrupt the Holy Spirit Competition, I’ll drop all pretenses and suppress you on the spot."
Ren De’s face was twisted in a snarl. He was seething inside, but he didn’t dare say another word.
After all, the other party was a Martial King Powerhouse.
He could be killed with a single slap.
Ren De turned to Su Mo and said viciously, "Kid, don’t celebrate too soon. The day the Holy Spirit Competition ends will be the day you die."
After spitting out his threat, Ren De returned to his seat.
The Saint Spirit Manor Master also retracted his anger.
’It’s a good thing I acted in time.’
’If I had let Ren De break the rules, who would dare to participate in the Holy Spirit Competition in the future?’
’Might as well just make it a competition of backgrounds.’
The Saint Spirit Manor Master ordered, "Let the Holy Spirit Competition continue."
Phew!
Everyone let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Man Mountain looked around and said, "There are only five of us left?"
He had been expecting a brutal, chaotic battle royale, but he never imagined that Su Mo would end the Holy Spirit Competition with just two snaps of his fingers.
’Isn’t this a bit too fast?’
Even Li Nan, who had set the rules, felt helpless.
His original intention was to train the future generation of the Northern Profound Domain, but Su Mo had crushed the entire field the moment he acted, rendering the competition meaningless.
"Doesn’t that mean we’ve swept the top five spots?"
Wu Hao said excitedly.
Mu Qing asked cheekily, "What was the first-place prize again? Nine Holy Spirit Pills?"
Wu Hao rolled his eyes. "Can you stop daydreaming? Go take a piss and look at your reflection. You think you’re worthy of first place?"
"First place definitely belongs to Elder Su."
Man Mountain said with a smile.
The girl in green robes nodded. "I also think first place belongs to Elder Su. No one is qualified to be first except for Elder Su."
Mu Qing laughed sheepishly. "I was just kidding. Why are you guys taking it so seriously?"
The group looked at Su Mo with adoration.
However, Su Mo’s face was currently full of worry.
’I don’t want to be first!’
’The reward for first place is Holy Spirit Pills, which are completely useless to me.’
’What I really want is third place.’
’But now, there are no opponents left.’
’What should I do?’
Seeing Su Mo and his group standing there without moving, the Middle-aged Steward wondered aloud, "What are these little guys waiting for?"
"They’re probably discussing the rankings."
"What’s there to discuss? First place is definitely Su Mo’s. As for the rest of the rankings, they can just fight it out amongst themselves."
Almost everyone believed Su Mo would be first.
Li Nan was even preparing to announce it to the crowd.
But the scene that followed left everyone present dumbfounded.
Su Mo walked up to Wu Hao and said seriously, "Use all the strength you’ve got and punch me as hard as you can."
’With no other opponents, he could only ask Wu Hao, Man Mountain, and the others for help.’
"Huh?"
Wu Hao was completely baffled. Then, with a fawning smile, he said, "Elder Su, please don’t joke with me. I’ll just... get off the stage now."