The once-bustling trading area had fallen somewhat quiet because of that unexpected result. Astonished gazes repeatedly swept back and forth over Mo Yu.
The teams and strong people who had previously looked down on Mo Yu now revealed solemn expressions. Their gazes toward him held a little more wariness.
Indeed, how could anyone who had made it to the Primordial Sacred Abyss lack some ability?
Bang!
As countless gazes flickered, the ruins that had buried Mo Tong suddenly flew apart. Boulders shot in every direction, and a gloomy figure slowly walked out from within.
At this moment, Mo Tong's entire body was emitting an extremely dense baleful aura. His eyes, fixed on Mo Yu, were filled with killing intent that seemed almost tangible.
Mo Tong clearly had not expected to end up in such a sorry state during his clash with Mo Yu.
All along, in Mo Tong's eyes, aside from Qing Yanjing, Xuan Guang, and the peerless geniuses of the other Primordial Ancient Races, he had never taken anyone else seriously. Given his background and talent, he had every reason to be confident.
But now, he had paid the price for his contempt.
The insignificant nobody in his eyes had made him taste the bitter consequences.
"I never thought that even I, Mo Tong, would have such a day. You've truly surprised me." Mo Tong wiped away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and stared indifferently at Mo Yu as he spoke slowly.
It was clear that after suffering this setback, Mo Tong had finally begun to take this insignificant nobody before him seriously.
Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. Mo Tong was able to become the young clan lord of the Mo Lineage of the Futur Ancient Clan, so he indeed had some ability.