Nangong, however, was unconvinced. "Maybe that Ancestor Mo has already fled," he said scornfully.
"Impossible! If he had fled, he wouldn't have let these Mo Sect members resist to the death," Ye Fan immediately retorted. In his view, it was impossible for Ancestor Mo to have fled; he was most likely brewing an even bigger conspiracy, and Ye Fan had to be on guard.
After cleaning up the aftermath, Ye Fan led his subordinates up step by step.
However, at that very moment, a sharp voice echoed through the air.
"King of Heaven, you truly dare to invade our Mo Sect Base? Are you not afraid of death?"
The resonant voice, laced with True Qi, reached Ye Fan from a distance.
Ye Fan immediately replied, "Afraid of death? Your Mo Sect doesn't pose that kind of threat."
"Is that so, King of Heaven? Your decision is a foolish one. The Mo Sect has a thousand-year legacy; why would we fear a brash young pup like you? You will all soon understand the true meaning of despair."
