Mo Yu gently pushed his son, Qing Chen, behind him. A gentle Chaos Thunder Light shielded him and sent him to a safe place in the distance, where he reunited with Qing Yanjing, whose face was filled with worry yet also carried a glimmer of hope.
He turned around. The warmth in his chaotic silver eyes had completely faded, leaving behind only the chill of a frozen galaxy and the majesty that judged all things.
"Mo Yu, I never expected Qing Chen to be your bastard. No wonder he was a wretch with a father but no one to raise him. If I had known he carried your bloodline, I would have killed him with a single palm long ago!" Mohetian looked toward Mo Yu, a sinister chill surfacing in his eyes.
As one of the top Strong Persons in the Great Thousand World, the Clan Head of one of the Five Great Primordial Races—the Maha Ancient Clan—he had actually been toyed with by Mo Yu and Qing Yanjing as though he were a fool. It had utterly trampled Mohetian's dignity!
If he did not reclaim his honor today, he, Mohetian, would truly become a colossal laughingstock in the Great Thousand World from this day onward.
"Bastard?" Mo Yu's voice was calm, yet it carried an overbearing dominance and a chilling coldness that crushed everything.
"Say that again."
"Even if I say it a hundred times, he's still a bastard. I just don't know when you and that slut Qing Yanjing started sleeping together. But no matter—that's even better. Today, we'll settle everything!" Mohetian looked toward Mo Yu, a sinister killing intent appearing in his eyes.
"Mohetian, do you really think you're worthy of discussing terms with this Emperor? More than ten years ago, you relied on the Maha Ancient