Recently, Mo Wangchen had caused quite a stir.
Not only had he attracted the attention of various sacred lands, but many among the younger generation were also curious about him.
After all, in the Northern Immortal Domain, amongst the characters of All Gods, Ye Wudao's strength could at least rank in the top five.
And Mo Wangchen, with the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Saint Venerable Realm, was able to contend with Ye Wudao, which showed his remarkable combat power.
If he were to prove Dao and become Emperor in the future, he would be on par with his peers, sweeping through the strong, and becoming a formidable rival to various characters of Divine Sons!
"Damn it!"
At the moment, after being blown away by the Golden Tripod, Yang Zhiyuan still had traces of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.
He clenched his teeth, and his gaze towards Mo Wangchen also revealed a trace of wariness.
