Just as Su Mo was about to land his kick, a middle-aged figure suddenly appeared and reached out to block Su Mo's foot.
[Boom!]
Even though Su Mo didn't use any skills, the terrifying impact still sent the opponent flying backwards.
Zhao Mingjue looked down at his trembling hand, which was the result of Su Mo's kick, and slowly spoke to Su Mo: "Please, Su War God, show mercy!"
As he spoke, he clasped his trembling hands together towards Su Mo.
"Zhao Mingjue, you've crossed the line!"
Bai Yuanhao's figure gradually emerged, his tone still sounding so calm.
As if two old acquaintances were greeting each other casually in the morning, asking if they've eaten.
At this moment, Tu Hongwu, dressed in a blood-red robe, also slowly walked out from the dark space channel.
"Old Zhao, I sent you an invitation before and you didn't come. Now you suddenly show up without saying hello, isn't that a bit disrespectful to me."
