"Great-grandfather, save !"
Seeing Hu Shengtian arrive, Hu Xiao’s face imdiately lit up with imnse joy, and he hurriedly called for help.
"Behave yourself."
Yao Yuntian stomped on Hu Xiao, pinning him to the ground, making sure he couldn’t move. Then, he looked skyward towards Hu Shengtian, showing no fear on his face.
Don’t forget, this is the Holy Mountain.
Even if Hu Shengtian were just a Supre Elder of the Winged Tiger Clan, the Ancient King of the Winged Tiger himself wouldn’t dare to do anything here.
"Who are you to treat a scion of my clan so? Do you not know that Hu Xiao is my great-grandson?"
Hu Shengtian didn’t strike imdiately. He stood in the sky, exuding an indescribable majestic aura.
Once a supre power fighting for a throne, his strength was undoubtedly elite in today’s Real World.
He narrowed his eyes, gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at Yao Yuntian and Yun Wenjing below. An imnse pressure instantly enveloped the scene, causing everyone to montarily stop breathing, the atmosphere becoming heavy.
"My master is Mo Wangchen. This Hu Xiao disrespected him, and you, as a great-grandfather, did not discipline him. So my fellow disciple and I shall discipline him in your stead."
Yao Yuntian, stepping on Hu Xiao, looked directly at him. The divine power emanating from Hu Shengtian might affect ordinary people, but to soone like himself, who had ford a Divine Status within, it held little impact.
"A disciple of the Divine King Body?"
Hearing Yao Yuntian’s words, Hu Shengtian narrowed his eyes further, then let out a cold snort, "Release him first. We will settle this matter separately with the Divine King Body. My clansn cannot be beaten for nothing, and my grandson will not suffer grievances without justice. The Holy Mountain owes an explanation for this."
"What nonsense are you spouting? He ca to the Holy Mountain and spoke disrespectfully, insulting my master. It’s already good enough we didn’t cripple him. You think you can just demand his release?"
Yao Yuntian was imdiately displeased. Recently, with Mo Wangchen absent, he spent much of his ti following the Big White Dog, adopting a bit of its character, even in cursing people.
Besides, this is the Holy Mountain. Even if Hu Shengtian were here, Yao Yuntian dared to publicly rebuke.
As the Big White Dog would say, if anyone looks down on you, just scold them first. If you can’t out-scold them, hit them, and if you can’t hit them, run back to the Holy Mountain. With the two remnants left by Lin Feng, even an Ancient King would have to swallow their anger.
"Arrogant child, how dare you speak to like this?!"
Hu Shengtian was furious, his eyes flashing with cold light. With his status and position, everyone usually treated him with utmost respect. When had anyone dared to disregard him like this?
"Do you really think you’re sothing to boast about? Believe it or not, I might just let Uncle Dog out to swallow you whole?"
Yao Yuntian wasn’t afraid and his words beca even more offensive. "Winged Tiger Clan, aren’t your true forms considered a kind of treasure in this world? I heard that your tiger bones contain imnse essence of heaven and earth, comparable to essence blood. Uncle Dog should be very interested."
"Insolence!"
Hu Shengtian was utterly enraged. With Yao Yuntian’s words, if he didn’t suppress him, how could he continue to walk the world, and where would the Winged Tiger Clan find face to stand in the Real World?
"Buzz..."
As his angry shout ended, an invisible divine power flowed like a vast heavenly river, rolling towards Hu Shengtian.
The next mont, he roared in anger, like an ancient demonic tiger. The terrible sound waves shook the sky, containing invisible power as if to dissolve everything in this world, surging towards Yao Yuntian.
Yao Yuntian’s face instantly changed, not expecting Hu Shengtian to actually strike, was he so provoked by his words that he lost his reason?
Facing an attack from a Quasi-God Realm expert, however arrogant he was, he didn’t dare to believe he could withstand it.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the mont Hu Shengtian made his move, Yao Yuntian had already prepared, quickly retreating and leaving his original position.
"Do you think you can escape?!"
From the high altitude, Hu Shengtian’s thunderous voice roared again, reaching with his large hand through the void, and in the blink of an eye, an invisible hand imprisoned Yao Yuntian on the spot, making movent impossible.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The sound waves surged, descending in an instant, enveloping above Yao Yuntian’s head. The space trembled, cracking into abyssal rifts, making everyone hold their breath, easily imagining that in the next mont, Yao Yuntian would be reduced to dust by the invisible sound waves.
"How dare you?!"
But suddenly, from deep within the Holy Mountain, from a garden’s direction, Mo Wangchen roared furiously, flashing over to Yao Yuntian’s front in an instant.
He extended his hands, and in that mont, the surging sound waves crumbled visibly and dissipated.
The vibration of the void drastically weakened at this mont.
"Master?!"
From afar, Yun Wenjing was the first to react.
Yao Yuntian escaped danger, allowing Yun Wenjing to exhale in relief. Seeing the white-clad figure standing in front of Yao Yuntian, his face was full of surprise and excitent.
Clearly, Mo Wangchen’s return was sothing Yun Wenjing hadn’t sensed. His sudden appearance and rescue of Yao Yuntian left Yun Wenjing both surprised and delighted.
"Mo Venerable!"
"Divine King Body Mo Wangchen?!"
Everyone quickly reacted after Yun Wenjing.
"It’s Mo Wangchen! He’s actually back!"
"To block Hu Shengtian’s attack so effortlessly, what cultivation has Mo Wangchen reached now?"
After the initial surprise, people quickly realized that Mo Wangchen had effortlessly dismantled Hu Shengtian’s sound wave attack, indicating that his current strength far surpassed when he had left.
Bear in mind, Hu Shengtian was a Supre Elder of the Winged Tiger Clan, once a candidate in the struggle for the Emperor, and one of the rare few in the Quasi-God Realm today.
Facing such an existence, even if Mo Wangchen could previously kill demigods with a flick, now he would unlikely be a match, as the gap between quasi-gods and demigods is as vast as heaven and earth, impossible to bridge.
"If I recall correctly, I seed to have said, no one is to strike on the Holy Mountain, especially against those around . Is your Winged Tiger Clan defying my authority?"
Amidst the discussions, Mo Wangchen’s gaze turned cold, fixing on Hu Shengtian. At this mont, he was like a hunter, locking onto his prey.
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