Such oppressive might, even an ordinary law body realm powerhouse would likely be forced to kneel on the spot.
But at this moment, in front of Fang Yang, Mo Ke still wore an air of nonchalance, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, a faint smile on his face.
Flipping the bookshelf in the Empress's boudoir, it transformed into a chessboard, he then picked up one chess piece after another.
Setting up this chessboard.
"Master worries too much! Mo Ke has calculated for all under heaven, but would absolutely not dare to deduce anything about Master. Moreover, I lack the ability."
"Is that so?"
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying gust of wind burst forth, suddenly pulling Mo Ke in front of him.
Afterward, his broad and terrifying palm gently lifted Mo Ke's chin, their eyes met, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, increasingly stagnant.
"You ask your master to trust you? What capital can you offer?"
