On a large tree, Mo Yuantu stood solemnly, his voice booming like a spring thunder: "Which friend has come to disturb us on Supreme Mountain? Don't be shy, come out and let's talk! A little misunderstanding can be easily resolved, right?"
With a swooshing sound, a gray shadow flashed by him.
Mo Yuantu reacted swiftly, reaching out to grab, but what he caught was just a tree branch.
In a fit of anger, he suddenly heard a strange laugh coming from above his head.
Mo Yuantu's sword instantly transformed into a soaring dragon, piercing towards the sky in the direction of the sound.
Mo Yuantu's retaliation was undoubtedly swift, but the man in the air moved even faster, disappearing along with the golden crown on his head.
On his scalp, five bloody marks were added.
