"With that kind of attitude, no wonder you were suppressed and beaten by Mo Chen in your past life, even with your Battle Body."
Xu Zimei thought to herself, her face revealing a scornful sneer.
"What's that look for?" Mo Yang frowned and asked.
"Do you always have to comment on my expressions?" Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.
"You're too presumptuous, kid," Mo Yang said coldly.
"And then?"
"No matter who you are, it's time you learned that there's always someone better out there."
Mo Yang snorted coldly as the peak aura of the Esteem Vein Realm emanated from him.
Streaks of black light coursed around them, gathering the spiritual energy.
His innate Ten Thousand Arrays Phantasmal Body didn't require the arrangement of Array Seals; in just an instant, a fifth-tier Formation had condensed above his head.
"Saint Heir, you've misunderstood; he probably wasn't lying," Mo Xinyi interrupted from nearby.
