"Prince Jing, of all people..."
Mo Yu recognized the yellow-robed figure who had appeared before him and was stunned for a moment before laughing helplessly.
"I vaguely sensed your presence these past two days, but you kept hiding like a rat, afraid to show yourself. What made you dare stick your head out now?"
Hearing Mo Yu's blunt voice, Prince Jing's expression turned cold as he said grimly, "Hmph, I was merely waiting for the right moment. It wasn't because I feared you.
"I hadn't wanted to confront you so soon, but who could have expected you to possess so many Ice Seals? Even I couldn't help coveting them.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Ice Seals obediently. Otherwise, today will be your last."
Hearing this, Mo Yu raised his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, "I'm not sure whether I'll die, but I can say for certain that you, today, are probably about to face a great calamity."
His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority, as if he were the god controlling the battlefield.
"Heh, what an ignorant guy!"
Hearing this, Prince Jing sneered, then said ominously, "But do you really think your strength is enough for you to act arrogantly here?"
"Do you think I came looking for you without any trump cards!?"
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his sleeve. Black light flashed beside him, and the next moment, a thin, gray-robed old man appeared.
As soon as the gray-robed old man appeared, his pair of small, eerie eyes swept toward Mo Yu. He then nodded and asked with a smile, "Your Highness Prince Jing, is this our target?"
"Hehe, that's right. Master Huang, you have been famous for many years and have immersed yourself in High-level Spirit Array Grandmaster studies