Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. What an arrogant kid. Don't they know there's always someone better out there?
Xu Nian's face also fell; he hadn't expected Old Mo to say such a thing. You Players aren't afraid of dying, but I, the Sect Leader, am. What if I provoke some ancient beings? How high are my chances of survival? Damn it! Damn Players, you are all getting carried away!
Under the fiery stares of everyone, Old Mo placed his hand on the Talent Stele.
"Hahaha, that's Old Mo for you; he's putting on quite the show!"
"That line had the distinct swagger of *the* ultimate Senior Brother—truly befitting our Profound Yellow Sect's own Senior Brother!"
"Awesome!"
"Don't let us down, Old Mo!"
"..."
From Dung Beetle's Communication Ring, shouts erupted from numerous Players, cheering Old Mo on.
The next moment, the Talent Stele began to shake violently. Three breaths later, a blinding Golden Light burst forth, almost blinding everyone!
