Quiet!
The disciples below the stage stared blankly.
The ones who had been shouting "Mo Hao is amazing" suddenly shut their mouths.
They hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
In the blink of an eye.
What's going on?
Just moments ago when that sword swung out, wasn't it quite domineering? Victory was right in sight—how did it turn into this in the blink of an eye?
They had wanted the disciples of Taiwu Immortal Sect to witness how impressive the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land truly was.
But now?
It doesn't look good.
Gong Mo remained calm, not surprised by this result, though he didn't expect the loss to be this quick.
At this moment.
Lin Fan glanced at Mo Hao, who was standing frozen as if he'd suffered a major blow. Feeling a bit sorry for him, Lin Fan said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, your swordsmanship is extraordinary, truly a rare sight."
He hoped to comfort the other person somehow, so they wouldn't be consumed by sadness.
