Hearing Wang Mang's words, Yun Zhonghe involuntarily swallowed.
However, no matter how chaotic the situation or how beautiful the woman before him, he could not afford to show his panic.
Yun Zhonghe's face showed a calm demeanor as he pretended to be composed and said, "Young clan leader, are you insisting on making a scene?"
As he spoke, he gently pushed Mo Nethery away and the power of the Great Dao within him began to flow.
A sharp aura surrounded his body.
A faint golden glow, as if treading on thin ice, appeared on the surface of his body.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe clad in a golden glow, Wang Mang squinted his eyes.
How should he kill this ant?
Seeing that Wang Mang had not yet taken action, Yun Zhonghe thought that his own imposing might had intimidated him.
For a moment, a trace of arrogance appeared on Yun Zhonghe's face.
"Young clan leader, how about we stop this here?"
"If we really fight it out, it will only result in mutual destruction."
