"It's good to be here already."
Mo Zhiyao smiled and nodded.
Immediately, he and several people behind him walked forward together.
The place that received Jin Yang and Ming Hai was not the main hall, but the Kunpeng clan's martial arts arena.
When Mo Zhiyao arrived at the martial arts arena, the entire martial arts arena seemed empty.
There were several figures sitting on the main stage above, divided into guest and host.
Kun Ling was sitting in the main seat, and there were two empty seats on his left hand side, obviously reserved for Mo Zhiyao and Long Zhan.
On the other side, two people were sitting.
The man has a majestic figure and a cold face, especially his eyes, which look around with a fierce meaning that makes people shudder.
Although the aura around him was restrained, there was a faint feeling of storm, with a heavy and suffocating sense of oppression.
Next to this man was Ming Li, who was escorted back to the Jukun clan's imprisonment by Mo Zhiyao.
When he saw Mo Zhiyao arriving, Ming Li's eyes suddenly turned vicious, and there was deep hatred on his face.
During this period, Mo Zhiyao did not make things difficult for him.
He only restricted 90% of his spiritual power, leaving the remaining amount so that he could recover from his injuries on his own.
Now that Ming Hai has come to the Jukun clan, he has obviously lost his value.
Mo Zhiyao had already instructed Kun Ling to release Ming Hai directly when he came.
Mo Zhiyao simply ignored Ming Li's resentful eyes.
He nodded towards Kun Ling first, and then looked at the other figure sitting upright.
He was a middle-aged man with a resolute appearance, dressed in golden clothes.
There was no powerful spiritual power wave emanating from his body, but he exuded an aura of nobility that had been at the top for a long time.
The young man standing behind him was familiar to Mo Zhiyao.
He was Jin Jia.
Mo Zhiyao entered the scene, and several people's eyes were directed at him at the same time.
Jin Yang's eyes flickered slightly, but there was no change in the expression on his face.
When Ming Hai looked at him, the pores all over Mo Zhiyao's body tightened for an instant, and an indescribable sense of danger enveloped his whole body.
Mo Zhiyao was on guard, Ming Hai was indeed the most powerful person among the four major divine clans, and his gaze alone seemed to have substantial lethality.
However, his expression was calm, and he patted Long Zhan beside him on the shoulder, and then motioned for the latter and Yuan Xiaotian to go to his seats together.
Long Zhan stared at Ming Li coldly, and then walked towards what he was doing.
He knew that Ming Li was not Yuan Xiaotian or Xing Mengzhi, and his dragon and phoenix bloodline could not suppress him.
A strong man of this level is not something he can face now.
Mo Zhiyao looked at Minghai fearlessly with an indifferent expression.
Ming Hai slowly stood up from his seat and smiled slightly, with a chill in his smile.
There was no warmth in his eyes.
"You are the one who injured Mo Zhiyao who imprisoned my son."
The voice without any emotion reverberated in the square, making the air in the space seem to freeze for an instant.
"Yes, it's me."
Mo Zhiyao put his hands behind his back, looking neither humble nor arrogant.
First, he glanced at Kun Ling and signaled her not to speak.
Then he looked directly at Ming Hai and said in a calm voice.
"Just admit it."
Ming Hai looked at Mo Zhiyao, his expression also unchanged.
However, the coldness in his eyes suddenly plummeted to the point where it seemed like it could freeze the void.
"Now that you admit it, you should end it yourself, so that others won't say that I bully the small."
Ming Hai lowered his eyes and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial and ordinary matter.
"It's not like a big one bullying a small one."
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Mo Zhiyao grinned, and the evil spirit in his eyes began to fill the air quietly.
"Because apart from your age, I really haven't found anything worthy of praise about you."
Mo Zhiyao's voice slowly echoed in the space.
Ming Hai's body seemed to pause for a moment, and then his emotionless eyes fell on Mo Zhiyao again.
"Buzz"
This time, when Ming Hai cast his gaze over, Mo Zhiyao suddenly felt a terrifying pressure, suppressing him overwhelmingly.
That heavy sense of oppression made the air around him emit a low sonic boom.
The terrifying oppression loomed over their heads, and the expressions of everyone in the field changed in different ways.
Ming Li's face was ferocious, his eyes were vicious, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, Mo Zhiyao, later, I want you to kneel in front of me and beg me."
Jin Jia's face was complicated.
To be honest, he didn't have any resentment or disgust towards Mo Zhiyao.
On the contrary, there is still a sense of sympathy.
Jin Yang, who was sitting in front of him, had a calm expression and narrowed his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.
As for Yuan Xiaotian and others, there was a trace of nervousness in their eyes.
Kun Ling, who was above, had a cold light in his bright eyes, and the jade hands hidden under his sleeves were suddenly clenched.
Facing Minghai's terrifying spiritual pressure, Mo Zhiyao's expression gradually became gloomy.
However, he showed no signs of avoiding it.
The next moment, purple-gold light suddenly burst out from his body, and at the same time as the roar of dragons and phoenixes sounded, he was shocked to resist the oppression from the underworld.
But the ground beneath his feet was cracked.
"Um" Seeing that Mo Zhiyao actually blocked his spiritual suppression, a strange color flashed across Ming Hai's eyes.
With his cultivation strength that is close to the peak in the middle period of the ancient times, the ordinary early period of the ancient times would probably be extremely embarrassing.
However, this boy is now unscathed.
Mo Zhiyao stood with his hands behind his back, his whole body was surrounded by a faint purple-gold light, and faint patterns of dragon and phoenix light appeared on his skin.
An endless majesty quietly filled the air.
"He has some skills."
Ming Hai's eyes flashed, but he didn't see how he was acting, and the spiritual pressure suddenly became violent.
A whistling sound like a hurricane sounded instantly, and then it pressed hard towards Mo Zhiyao.
When Mo Zhiyao saw this, his eyes turned cold.
But at the corner of his lips, there was a hint of sarcasm.
If it were a head-on fight, he admitted that he was no match for Ming Hai.
After all, the strength gap between the two is too huge.
No matter what, Mo Zhiyao had just been promoted to the ancient times, while Minghai had already entered the middle stages of the ancient times for many years.
But if Ming Hai thought that he could make Mo Zhiyao bow down just by suppressing him with spiritual pressure, he was delusional.
"snort" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, and suddenly a layer of black light appeared under his skin that was difficult for others to detect.
The dim light circulated, and a strange wave suddenly spread out.
Within the reach of the fluctuations, the terrifying spiritual pressure from the Underworld Sea suddenly dissipated, as if it had been swallowed by something.
Chaos power, Devouring power I caught a cold and spent a day in the hospital getting injections.
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Sorry to those who have been waiting for the update
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