"Everyone just watch closely when the time comes, why must you resort to such mockery?"
Upon hearing the increasingly unpleasant remarks from the crowd around him, Mo Wangchen finally couldn't restrain himself.
He couldn't help furrowing his brows at such words.
"The battle at the level of an Ancient God is not something just anyone is qualified to interfere with, best give up on that idea," one of the Fang Family's Elders said with another cold laugh.
"You sure talk a lot," Mo Wangchen began to feel annoyed too.
Since his arrival in the Void Realm, two years had passed, and throughout this time, he had constantly been masquerading as Ji Changkong.
In a certain sense, he had fully adapted to this identity by now.
His father was the Divine King, and in Mo Wangchen's eyes, none could besmirch Ji Haoyi without consequence.
"Ignorant junior, how dare you speak so insolently!"
