"Your tone is rather arrogant, but in my eyes, who do you think you are!"
Chu Yunfei narrowed his eyes, staring at the man in black, his voice chillingly cold.
Ling Ao Xuan was also the same, looking down on the man in black.
Both Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei were extremely angry at this person's disrespectful words towards them, disciples of a Holy Land.
The man in black remained calm and unfazed, as if he didn't even see these two.
The hall instantly became silent, the surrounding air seeming to grow heavy. No one dared to speak, merely watching the three people locked in a standoff with nervous anticipation.
Seeing that the two sides were on the verge of conflict, ready to fight at any moment.
Shui Yang Qiu did not want them to fight in his hall. He quickly walked to the center of the hall, acting as a mediator, and persuaded them: "Three young sirs, our primary enemy is that God of Underworld. I would appreciate it if all three of you would give this Emperor some face and not lose sight of the bigger picture due to minor matters."
"Face? How much is your face worth to me?" Ling Ao Xuan sneered disdainfully.
Chu Yunfei also said coldly, "Shui Yang Qiu, before us, only Holy Emperor powerhouses are qualified to call themselves 'this Emperor.' You are merely a king of a border country, what right do you have to call yourself 'this Emperor'?"
"Yes, yes, yes, what the two young sirs say is correct."
Although Shui Yang Qiu felt displeased, in the face of the five Great Holy Lands, he, the king of the Shui Ze Kingdom, was nothing. He had no choice but to swallow his pride.
Fearing he might offend Chu Yunfei and Ling Ao Xuan, he quickly turned to the man in black and persuaded him, "Esteemed Mo Qian, you should quickly apologize to these two young sirs and make a concession."
However, Mo Qian remained seated, ignoring them.
This made Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei even more furious.
Ling Ao Xuan couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at Shui Yang Qiu and taunted, "Shui Yang Qiu, I am extremely disappointed in you. Inviting others is one thing, but how could you even invite such an ignorant mongrel into this hall?"
"Young Master Ling, I apologize. This young sir Mo Qian is from Dong Zhou and is also here to slay the God of Underworld," Shui Yang Qiu quickly explained.
"Dong Zhou? Is that that remote and backward barbarian land, hahaha..."
Upon hearing that Mo Qian was from Dong Zhou, a place with thin spiritual energy, Ling Ao Xuan couldn't help but laugh wildly.
Chu Yunfei was also the same. Knowing Mo Qian was from Dong Zhou, the slight apprehension he had felt earlier instantly turned into arrogance. He no longer saw Mo Qian as a threat. "No wonder this brat dared to be disrespectful to us just now. So he's just a lowly barbarian."
Then he turned to Shui Yang Qiu and mocked, "Shui Yang Qiu, you're from Zhong Zhou, yet you expect a lowly barbarian from Dong Zhou to deal with the God of Underworld? That's utterly hilarious."
"This..."
Shui Yang Qiu was stunned and didn't know what to say.
The other guests in the hall also began to whisper.
"That's right, why did Shui Yang Qiu invite that kid?"
"Someone from that backward place like Dong Zhou, it's obvious this kid won't be strong."
"Exactly, expecting him to deal with the God of Underworld, isn't that just wishful thinking?"
"Perhaps as soon as the God of Underworld appears, this kid will be scared out of his wits, hahaha..."
The hall became noisy, but Mo Qian seemed not to hear any of it.
He put down his wine cup, and Mo Qian, with only one eye visible, looked up and scanned the crowd. A chilling cold emanated from him.
Everyone, including Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei, felt a tremor in their hearts, a chill running down their spines.
Mo Qian then withdrew his gaze and slowly said, "Although I am just an unknown person from Dong Zhou, setting aside whether I can deal with the God of Underworld, dealing with all of you present is more than enough for me."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
They found Mo Qian utterly arrogant.
Shui Yang Qiu even cried out in his heart, "This is bad!"
In his opinion, Mo Qian's words had not only offended the two Holy Land disciples but also all the other distinguished guests present.
This was truly a big problem now.
As expected, when he looked at Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei, the two were trembling with anger, their fierce eyes seeming to want to tear Mo Qian apart to quell their rage.
Bang!
Suddenly, Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei moved at the same time. The powerful force condensed in their feet directly caused two deep pits in the ground.
Their speed was astonishing!
In an instant, Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei appeared before Mo Qian, their palms condensing destructive energy, attacking Mo Qian's head simultaneously.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but shiver and shake their heads in regret.
Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei were both Three-Star Heavenly Venerates. With both of them attacking at the same time, Mo Qian would likely be killed on the spot.
However, to everyone's shock, the ink dragon black markings on Mo Qian's face suddenly writhed, and a potent ancient fierce might erupted, terrifying all present and shaking their minds.
Especially Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei, when their eyes met Mo Qian's, for a moment they felt as if they were in a terrifying battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
With a roar of a demonic dragon echoing through the hall, everyone snapped back to their senses.
But an incredible scene unfolded: Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei, these two geniuses from the Holy Lands, had been defeated at some point.
Both of them were sent flying, crashing at the entrance of the hall.
"This is impossible...!"
"Cough cough..."
Ling Ao Xuan and Chu Yunfei coughed up a mouthful of thick blood before they could finish their words.
Upon closer inspection, both of their chests had an indented fist mark, their bones shattered, showing the immense power of the person who left the mark.
Shui Yang Qiu and the others gasped, their shocked gazes fixed on Mo Qian.
This Mo Qian was simply too terrifying; he had instantly defeated two Holy Land geniuses with one move.
Moreover, Mo Qian only had one arm and one eye. If he were whole, how terrifying would Mo Qian be!
Was this guy really from Dong Zhou?!
At this moment, everyone fell silent, no longer daring to mock Mo Qian's origins.
Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, Mo Qian slowly rose from his seat and walked towards the exit of the hall.
Shui Yang Qiu instinctively moved aside at the entrance of the hall, looking at Mo Qian in astonishment.
Mo Qian walked past Shui Yang Qiu silently and left him with a parting message: "Your Highness, I will return to rest. If there is any news of that God of Underworld, please inform me immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qian left the hall.
He left Shui Yang Qiu standing there, dumbfounded.
The others in the hall also looked at each other in bewilderment.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Is that young Mo Qian really from Dong Zhou?"