Gazing at Mo Yu, who was terrifying beyond measure, Maha Lie's face paled, and unconcealed fear lurked deep in his eyes.
He knew that the Silver-eyed man's strength far exceeded his imagination. Even killing him was not impossible.
Thinking of this, Maha Lie swallowed, then quietly retreated a little. In a hoarse voice, he said, "If you kill me, there will be nowhere in the Great Thousand World for you to hide!"
As one of the Five Great Primordial Races of the Great Thousand World, the Maha Ancient Clan's strength far surpassed ordinary people's imagination. Thus, Maha Lie had the confidence to say such a thing.
Mo Yu looked down at Maha Lie's pale face from above, but merely gave a slight smile and said, "Since I chose to make a move, naturally I don't fear whatever Maha Ancient Clan you speak of."
"Hmph, what an arrogant tone. Don't think that possessing an Immortal Thunder comparable to the Mid Immortal Grade means you have the qualifications to contend with the Maha Ancient Clan.
"My strength ranks only in the middle among the Elders of the Maha Ancient Clan. If the true experts of my Maha Ancient Clan emerge, that capital you are so proud of will immediately become worthless!"
Hearing this, even though the situation was somewhat unfavorable, Maha Lie still could not help giving a cold smile.
Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. As one of the Five Great Primordial Races, the Maha Ancient Clan's foundation was indeed not something Mo Yu could withstand at present. After all, with his current strength, although he feared no Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign, if he encountered a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, he could only surrender helplessly.
Once one reached the Saint Grade, one had practically entered the ranks of the Great Thousand