At this moment.
The enthusiasm of the disciples present was not high. After successive defeats, their mood was quite downcast. The fact that the disciples of other sects had continuously won several matches made them the subject of ridicule.
Gong Mo thought there was no point in competing again.
Just as he was about to step down from the arena, a teasing voice came from afar.
"Wait, let me have a match with you. I've been itching to try my hand, and I am curious about the capability of a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple. Judging from your strength, you must be a True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, right?" The black-robed Saint Heir leisurely approached.
The surrounding disciples made way for him.
They greeted him respectfully.
At the same time, they were very excited, clearly knowing that the Saint Heir was about to make a move.
With the Saint Heir stepping in, what could possibly go wrong?
