"Call you Thunder Emperor and see if you dare answer?"
Hearing Mo Yu's words, Blood Robe's expression instantly darkened. He had never expected Mo Yu to make such an outrageous demand. Did he really think the Blood God Clan was a pushover!?
Even the spectators on the Golden Platform opened their mouths wide in shock when they heard this. They stared at Mo Yu in utter disbelief.
Blood Robe was an Elder of the Blood God Clan. In the enormous Blood God Clan, his status was second only to the Clan Head. Yet Mo Yu was ordering him to address him as Lord Thunder Emperor—it was practically the same as pointing at his nose and cursing him.
"Oh? Since Elder Blood Robe has shown so little sincerity, I'm afraid this matter can't be settled peacefully!" Mo Yu said with a faint smile.
He was deliberately pressing his advantage and provoking Blood Robe because he wanted to use this battle to greatly publicize his name as the Thunder Emperor.
The Blood God Clan happened to be neither too strong nor too weak in the Great Thousand World, making it an ideal stepping stone for him. If news spread that even the Blood God Clan had suffered at his hands, Xiao Yan, Cai Lin, and the others would surely hear about it soon.
Of course, there was another reason Mo Yu had provoked Blood Robe: his hands were itching for a fight.
That was right—his hands were itching. After breaking through to Earth Sovereign, he had yet to truly display an Earth Sovereign's power. This was the perfect opportunity.
Strictly speaking, ever since he had reached Dou Di and killed Soul Heavenly Emperor on the Dou Qi Continent, Mo Yu had not experienced a real life-or-death battle in a long time.
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