"No, Second Uncle, isn't this a bit too extreme? We just wanted to send him to the Alien Race Battlefield for some training."
Second Uncle: "Training, my foot! What's the deal? Does our Great Xia lack dungeons for him to train in? Even if Great Xia doesn't have enough, does the whole Earth lack them?"
Elder Xia: "Exactly! As long as Mo says the word, wherever he wants to train, I'll take him there, even if it means losing face, I'll bring it over for him!"
Even Elder Zhang, who usually likes to mediate, stood up angrily and shouted:
"With so many dungeons for training and leveling up, why do you have to take him to the Alien Race Battlefield? Even if Su Mo has Absolute Defense and can't die, what if he's captured or trapped? Are you going to take responsibility?"
"What are you guys thinking? Where's Tu Hongwu? Get him over here right now! I want to have a word with him!"
Looking at the three furious elders, Su Mo couldn't help but stand up and explain:
