"Teacher, I will take responsibility for my own actions. You don't have to worry for me!"
As Xuanyuan Po spoke, he walked past Sun Mo and roared at the judge, "If there's anything, come at me. This has nothing to do with my teacher!"
Pak!
Sun Mo grabbed Xuanyuan Po's shoulder and pulled him behind him.
"Since when did a child like you have the right to speak here?"
Sun Mo berated, "Scram!"
"I'm already of age!"
Although Xuanyuan Po retorted, he felt warmth in his heart because he knew that his teacher was protecting him.
Sigh!
She knew that her teacher wouldn't give up on Xuanyuan Po. But honestly speaking, after seeing this scene, she felt a sense of gratification and worship in the depths of her heart.
Her teacher wasn't the kind of person who would give up on his personal disciple for his own future.
"Teacher!"
Lu Zhiruo panicked.
"This is troublesome!"
Qin Yaoguang kneaded her glabella.
The Saint Gate had never tolerated darkness species. If Sun Mo wanted to protect Xuanyuan Po, he would have to face the entire great teacher world.
Why couldn't the Saint Gate tolerate darkness species?
It was because their parents were great teachers who had committed mistakes and were exiled by the Saint Gate. Who would believe that they didn't hate the Saint Gate?
There was another point. These darkness species had powerful innate abilities. It was one thing if they stayed in the Darkness Continent, but if they ran to the Nine Provinces and continued their lineage, wouldn't their descendants grow stronger and stronger if they inherited this innate ability? Would a powerful clan be born?
The major characters of the Saint Gate would never allow such a thing to happen.
Because the birth of a large clan meant that they would have to fight for a portion of the benefits.
The judge flicked his sleeves and coldly shouted, "Sun Mo, don't be so shameless. You are publicly protecting a darkness species. What are your intentions?"
These words frightened the other judges. They looked at the judge in a daze. (Why did you say these three words?
Are you afraid that everyone in the world won't know about this?)
"What is a darkness species?"
"It seems to be something bad?"
"In any case, there will be a good show to watch!"
The audience didn't expect such a change in the situation. For a time, all of them pricked up their ears, deeply afraid that they would miss out on a single word.
"So what if he's a darkness species? He didn't break the law or do anything morally reprehensible. But just because he's a darkness species, he has to be captured and killed? "
Sun Mo questioned.
"That's right. Dark beings are the descendants of criminals. They are not good people in their bones."
The chief judge insisted.
"If that's the case, then the descendants of the criminals don't deserve to live. It's better to kill them all!"
Sun Mo retorted sarcastically, "You can't take out your anger on a person's child!"
"Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the son of mice can dig holes!"
The Chief Inquisitor roared, "And your example isn't right. The dark race is even more abominable than the criminals. Damn it, they are the root cause of social unrest."
Although the referees also felt that the Chief Judge's words were too overbearing, they still supported the execution of all dark races.
If he died, there would be no future troubles, but if he lived, there would be risks.
"Teacher Sun, it wasn't easy for you to accumulate the fame you have now. Moreover, you will at the very least become a secondary saint in the future. Don't ruin your future for a species of darkness!"
An old man tried his best to persuade them.
"That's right. If you give up on a species of darkness that everyone wants to kill, everyone will understand your difficulties. It won't affect your reputation."
A major character spoke up. He was still thinking about Sun Mo's flying spirit rune. If something happened to this fellow, how was he going to fly?
Hence, even if you're going to die, you have to let me tattoo a flying spirit rune first.
After all, there were many great teachers who didn't like Sun Mo. Now that they had a chance to hit him while he was down, they would surely want to hammer him to death in one go.
"Sun Mo, don't think that you have the qualifications to challenge the Saint Gate just because you are a 6-star great ancestor of spirit runes and possess God Hands!"
A middle-aged man mocked in contempt. "Killing the dark race is a law set by great teachers over 10,000 years ago. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to go against it? "
The commoners didn't know what the dark race was, but when they heard that this was a decision made by the great teachers, they felt that Sun Mo didn't care about the big picture.
(You are afraid of your disciple, but you should also have your principles.)
"You are missing out on a title. I'm a weaponsmithing great ancestor!"
Sun Mo retorted, "Moreover, who do you think you are? This great teacher is arguing with the judges. Since when is it up to a rookie like you to interrupt? "
"Who are you calling a rookie?"
The middle-aged man was enraged. "I'm a 6-star great teacher!"
"May I ask how old are you this year?"
Sun Mo's lips twitched.
"Eh!"
The middle-aged man's face immediately flushed to the color of pig liver because he understood Sun Mo's meaning.
"No matter how I look at it, you should be older than me, right?"
Sun Mo berated, "But to think that you are of the same star-level as me? Have you been living your life like a dog for the past several tens of years? "
"Since you have the face to lecture me so shamelessly, why don't you scram back home to study and raise your star level?"
"You..."
The middle-aged man was so angry that he almost coughed up blood. "I want to fight you!"
"Old Zhang, calm down!"
A few good friends of the middle-aged man persuaded.
Let alone Great Teacher Zhang, all the great teachers present felt very awkward. They really wanted to tell Sun Mo that a great teacher like him would only appear once every 10,000 years.
Obtaining the 6-star great teacher title at 100 years old was something that could be bragged about for a long time, alright?
However, Sun Mo's weaponsmithing art had also reached the great ancestor level?
Wasn't this a little too strong?
"Duel? Sure! "
Sun Mo smiled malevolently. "Do you dare to fight me to the death?"
"Gulp!"
Great Teacher Zhang gulped down a mouthful of saliva. Honestly speaking, he didn't dare to. However, there were tens of thousands of people staring at him in the public square now. If he were to cower, his reputation would be ruined.
"Come on, who's afraid of who?"
(Damn, I'm going to go all out. I don't believe that you still have time to cultivate after obtaining two great ancestor-level titles.) (This daddy will definitely smash your head.)
"Sun Mo, fifth level of the Longevity Realm. Please guide me!"
Sun Mo bowed.
"Huh?"
Great Teacher Zhang blinked his eyes, wearing a dumbfounded look on his face. He was panicking in his heart and his ears were buzzing.
(Did I hear wrongly?)
(Why is this cultivation level the same as mine?)
(One must know that I'm already 150 years old. I feel like I've lived my life in vain.)
Whispers could be heard in the surroundings. Countless shocked gazes were gathered on Sun Mo, looking at this young man who was so young that it was ridiculous.
"Bow!"
Sun Mo urged.
"Zhang... Zhang Zechun, fifth level of the Longevity Realm!"
Usually, when Zhang Zechun revealed this cultivation level, he would feel a sense of superiority. It was because his cultivation speed was considered very fast. But at this moment, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Honestly speaking, Zhang Zechun didn't really want to fight anymore.
It was because from the cultivation arts used by Sun Mo's personal disciples, Sun Mo's actual combat capabilities were definitely outstanding.
"Damn, I must be out of my mind. Why would I challenge him?"
Zhang Zechun glanced vaguely at the head judge and then at the few great teachers he was familiar with.
(Why aren't you guys trying to persuade him?)
(If that's the case, I'll just go with the flow and use this as a stepping stone.)
In an instant, Zhang Zechun understood.
These fellows were also curious about how amazing Sun Mo was and wanted to personally witness it. They were being treated as lab rats.
"Can we start now?"
Sun Mo asked impatiently.
"Yes... yes!"
Just when Zhang Zechun finished speaking, he felt his vision blur. A human figure had already appeared before him and a heavy fist came smashing over.
Hu ~
A gust of wind gushed over. The force was like being blown by a level 13 hurricane. Even his hair was about to be plucked off.
Invincible Buddha Fist!
Sun Mo attacked ferociously.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Zhang Zechun didn't dare to receive it head-on. But even if he went all out to defend, he only received three punches and felt that the bones in his arms were about to shatter.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Zhang Zechun executed his movement art and rapidly retreated, wanting to increase the distance between them. He could tell that Sun Mo's killing intent had risen. Clearly, Sun Mo was preparing to use him as a sacrifice to intimidate the others.
This couldn't do!
Although he couldn't move, his fingers could still be used. After all, the world was so vast and there were so many beauties waiting for him to see.
Sun Mo stood still and didn't move. However, violent spirit qi gushed out from his body, forming an anger-faced arhat. It waved its heavy fists that were as big as a fake mountain in a garden and hammered down on Zhang Zechun's body.
"I..."
Zhang Zechun couldn't curse. His internal organs were severely damaged by the arhat's fists and he spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"I... I..."
Zhang Zechun wanted to admit defeat and no longer resisted. He took a step back and wanted to get off the arena.
(Since I've already given up, he wouldn't chase after me, right?)
Zhang Zechun's thoughts were good, but an ice-cold voice rang out from behind him.
"What?"
"What?"
Zhang Zechun turned pale with fright. (Why did he go behind me? Wait, who is that Sun Mo in front?
Is this a clone?
But why is it so realistic?
It's comparable to the Skyraise Academy's ultimate divine art, the Grand Universe Formless Divine Art.)
Zhang Zechun didn't have a chance to understand because Sun Mo's punch exploded his head.
Huala!
White brain matter mixed with fresh blood splattered, creating a cruel scene on the ground.
"Who else is there?"
Sun Mo glanced at the surroundings. "Who wants to have a life-and-death battle with me?"
Bang!
As the sound of a corpse smashing onto the arena rang out, the entire place fell silent. After that, sounds of people drawing in cold breaths rang out.
Damn, wasn't Sun Mo killing people too fast?
Honestly speaking, many people didn't even see what had happened clearly!
Why did Zhang Zechun die in the blink of an eye?
They couldn't even tell what was going on.
"No wonder Sun Mo's disciple is so amazing. With such an impressive teacher, if the student can't learn anything, he might as well find a river and commit suicide!"
Those elders with children looked at Sun Mo with gleaming eyes. They really wanted him to be their child's teacher!
"Sun Mo, you are too lawless!"
The head judge berated, "Killing someone in anger, do you still have the magnanimity and magnanimity of a great teacher?"
"If we don't kill in a life-and-death battle, are we playing house?"
Sun Mo surveyed this head judge and activated Divine Sight. However, it displayed an unknown target. Although he couldn't see the head judge's cultivation base, Sun Mo didn't care.
"If you are unconvinced, why don't we fight?"
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