"Mohetian."
"You injured my people and still want to lay hands on them."
"Did you ask me first?"
That calm, indifferent voice rang through the soul like the Thunder Dao. As it fell, an overwhelming pressure suddenly condensed, as if countless divine thunder mountains were crashing down from above!
Mohetian's expression changed dramatically!
The instant that pressure descended upon him, he felt as though he had become a lone boat on the surface of a stormy sea, or an ant facing the collapse of the entire sky!
The vast spiritual energy surrounding him, enough to suffocate an ordinary Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, now moved sluggishly, as if frozen!
The pressure of the Maha Ancient Clan bloodline that he took pride in was like a firefly before the bright moon before this vast majesty that surpassed all things and commanded all thunder. It was instantly suppressed until it could not lift its head!
"Urgh!"
Mohetian groaned. His body sank uncontrollably, and the indestructible ground of Wan City, reinforced by ancient restrictions, was actually crushed beneath his feet, leaving two footprints a foot deep as spiderweb-like cracks spread outward!
Blood rushed into his face, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the spiritual energy within him surged wildly. Behind him, even the phantom of the Maha Ancient Clan Ancestral Land faintly appeared, black and white energies interweaving as he tried to resist the might of heaven and earth.
Yet everything was futile.
That purple-silver figure simply hovered quietly above the Ninth Heaven. He had not even deliberately looked at Mohetian. His naturally emitted pressure alone made the Clan Head of one of the Great Thousand World's top ancient clans, a super powerhouse at the Peak Mid Saint Grade, almost unable to stand upright!
The entire scene fell deathly silent!
All the powerhouses