Mo Sankong stood in the sky, his eyes brimming with confidence, his aura unmatched.
He seemed like the ruler of all he surveyed.
"He stays, you leave."
"Otherwise... all of you will die!"
His voice was domineering and full of disdain.
The Scholar in a Confucian Robe looked worried, filled with self-blame.
It was he who had caused harm to Old Chen!
On the other side, Tu Sihai and the others were also anxious.
Because this Mo Sankong exerted a great pressure on them, stronger than any Sky-level Army Commander they had ever seen.
Even if they joined forces, they were likely no match for him.
Qi Yuan might be strong, but he hadn't reached the Unity of Heaven and Man Realm, certainly no opponent.
"Hey, Old Eunuch, aren't you a bit too full of yourself?" Qi Yuan's eyes carried a hint of surprise, "Even if you let us go, I don't feel like sparing you!"
Mo Sankong's expression suddenly turned icy cold; he seemed not to like being called eunuch; this hit a sore spot.
