The Power of a Sacred Object, the Terrifying Self-Destruction

"Mo Yu, are you really determined to oppose me?"

The Thunder Light Finger and Demonic Qi Giant Palm vanished together amid their fierce collision. The Master of the Ice Pavilion gazed gloomily at Mo Yu and said in a deep voice.

He had originally intended to stabilize this mysterious fellow whose fighting strength was unfathomable. He had never expected Mo Yu to choose to start a battle outright.

"I have no interest in cooperating with someone who has colluded with the Outer Realm Evil Race. Someone like you should be sent to hell." Mo Yu looked at the Master of the Ice Pavilion, whose entire body was emitting Demonic Qi, and spoke coldly.

"You'd better think this through. Even if you truly once caused the Blood God Clan to suffer a heavy loss, I am now also a strong person comparable to an Upper Earth Sovereign." Looking at Mo Yu, who would accept neither persuasion nor coercion, the Master of the Ice Pavilion spoke in a deep voice.

"Hmph. As someone from the Great Thousand World, you actually dared to absorb the power of the Outer Realm Evil Race. You can no longer be tolerated!"

A trace of impatience surfaced in Mo Yu's silver eyes. At once, his murderous gaze locked onto the Master of the Ice Pavilion.

Sensing Mo Yu's killing intent, the Master of the Ice Pavilion's expression also turned somewhat ugly. However, although he was wary, he was not overly afraid. He merely gave a cold smile and said,

"Arrogant nonsense. If you truly were an Upper Earth Sovereign, I might still be somewhat wary of you. But with your Lower Earth Sovereign cultivation, even if your battle strength is extraordinary, you think you can kill me?"

After all, he was currently an Upper Earth Sovereign. Even