"What?!"
Sensing the terrifying pressure rolling off Chen Daoran, the talented individuals from the Dragon Clan immediately changed their expressions dramatically.
"How dare you discuss the Pavilion Master, are you seeking death?!"
Chen Daoran floated in mid-air, his gaze flashing with an intense chill, staring down his opponent.
During the Black Evil City incident, the common folk were unfeeling, Mo Wangchen saved a million cultivators, and now these million people have all become subjects under Mo Wangchen's Mo Pavilion.
It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Wangchen's status is now almost as revered as those so-called Saint Masters.
How could Chen Daoran tolerate someone insulting Mo Wangchen here?
"You... who are you?!"
The Dragon Clan genius went pale as snow, trembling inside from the oppressive aura of Chen Daoran, which felt like a huge mountain weighing down on his shoulders, making him very uncomfortable.
