The overall strength of the Mo Clan was on par with the Xian Clan. They possessed Eighth Order Peak experts and dozens of Eighth Order Late Stage experts, and there would only be more Eighth Order Peak experts in the future.
A mere human race, a mere Eighth Order Mid Stage, even if he possessed Eighth Order Late Stage combat power—what right did Chen Fei have to threaten the Mo Clan!
"It cannot be called a threat. I am merely stating a fact." Chen Fei smiled as well.
"It seems Chen Tianjiao does not care about this old fellow's life. That saves us some trouble. I will send him on his way now, so he does not continue to cling to life here and disgrace the Xian Clan."
The smile on Yu Zongguan's face faded. He walked step by step toward Shi Borong, slowly raising the spear in his hand, about to drive it straight through Shi Borong's head.
Shi Borong calmly watched Yu Zongguan approach. Then he turned to look toward where the Xian Clan stood, a faint smile appearing on his face, before finally looking at Chen Fei.
Shi Borong's gaze was calm. Death was all it was. Ever since Shi Borong had begun cultivating, he had long prepared himself for it.
If there was any regret, it was that Shi Borong had not seen a higher realm of martial arts. In the end, he could only stop at Creation Realm Late Stage, without even having the chance to attempt Creation Realm Peak.
"I can enter the arena, but she must be one of them."
Chen Fei's voice suddenly rang out as he pointed at the old woman of the Zhong Clan.
What the Eighth Order experts of the other races saw as an open scheme or a