The Thunder King Bell and the Ancestral Ape Demonic Fist

After laboriously taking Mo Yu's blood-colored saber strike, the Thunder King's face had turned somewhat pale, and his expression was even more gloomy.

He had never expected that, as a dignified Upper Earth Sovereign, it would be one thing for him to be unable to defeat Mo Yu's true body, but now he was struggling even against one of the latter's Clones. If word got out, where would he, the Vice Palace Master of Thunder God Palace, put his pride?

"Hand over the cultivation method for your mysterious Sovereign Dharma Body. Not only can I offer you a satisfactory price, you will also gain the friendship of my Thunder God Palace."

After his anger subsided, the Thunder King seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly stared at Mo Yu with burning eyes.

Although this Clone of Mo Yu was exceedingly strange, the Thunder King had to admit that the former's Dharma Body possessed unique qualities.

According to his estimate, the might of this mysterious Dharma Body was probably enough to rank it among the top twenty of the Ninety-Nine Rank Sovereign Dharma Bodies!

That was an absolutely terrifying ranking. Even Thunder God Palace's highest-ranked Sovereign Dharma Body was merely the Thunder God Dharma Body cultivated by his elder brother, Thunder God—and that ranked only thirty-seventh.

If he could obtain the mysterious Dharma Body cultivated by Mo Yu, it would be an enormous boon not only to himself, but to Thunder God Palace as well.

Therefore, when faced with this mysterious Dharma Body, he could not help but grow greedy!

"How about it? As long as you name the price, my Thunder God Palace is willing to pay any cost!" The Thunder King stared fixedly at Mo Yu.

However, facing his greedy gaze, Mo Yu did not say a word.