Last Fight of the Tournament

The elders of the Mo Family looked at Zhao Luo with hatred.

"Hurry Up."

Mo Rong's voice rang out again as he couldn't bear to stay here anymore.

"He is useless, everyone's useless."

Mo Rong mumbled as he had never been so embarrassed because of his family before.

'If only that kid wasn't here, if only Mo Suo had been stronger than him...what will I tell my father?'

Mo Rong was worried as he looked at the smiling Zhao Luo who was waving his hand at the elders from the Mo Family.

The Mo family elders cried out silently and two of them grabbed Mo Suo from the right and left as they had jumped on the stage to take Mo Suo back.

"Sect Leader, the Mo Family will return now."

Mo Rong told Xin Wang coldly and brushed off his robe as he turned around.

Without leaving another word or waiting for any reply, Mo Rong left the colosseum with the other members of the Mo Family.

"Bye~"