No One Could Touch Fang Mo

"Tell me."

A thoughtful look appeared in Mo Xinghe's eyes, as though he was somewhat tempted.

"Senior Brother, no matter how you put it, Fang Mo is from the Galactic Alliance among the Thirteen Alliances. Wouldn't it be interesting if we had him deal with the enemy? Let his own kind slaughter each other!"

A sinister smile spread across Bai Hai Zhou's face. The thought of members of the same race fighting each other seemed to delight him.

"Aren't you afraid Fang Mo will flee to their side?"

Mo Xinghe looked at him.

"What's there to fear? Doesn't he have some friends? We can seize them and place restrictions on him. If he wants them dead, then he can run!" Bai Hai Zhou sneered, growing even more smug. "Besides, Fang Mo has a grudge against the Mechanical Empire. Otherwise, the Mechanical Empire would not have used Jiang Yuanjiu to scheme against him. There's no need to worry that he'll defect to them. When the time comes, he'll be attacked from both sides. Let's see how he handles that!"

Mo Xinghe's gaze flickered, and he seemed somewhat moved.

Seeing his expression, Bai Hai Zhou's eyes shifted. He lowered his voice. "Is Senior Brother worried about Venerable Ling? There's no need to worry at all. This time, the losses were so great that even Senior Brother Gu Yu was injured. Even if Venerable Ling wants to stop us, he'll have to consider the disciples' opinions. He can hardly provoke public outrage, can he? And as long as Senior Brother persuades Senior Brother Gu Yu, Venerable Ling will find it difficult to stop you!"

Mo Xinghe's eyes flashed. "How necessary do you think it is? How much can he change the situation?"

"How can Senior Brother be so muddle-headed? With Fang Mo's strength,