Netherworld Island.
Inside the hall, more than a dozen quasi-sage powerhouses had all been tied up by Li Mo.
From his seat above, Ming Tao looked at the group below, his face showing some embarrassment.
After hearing Lei Ya's account, Ming Tao understood what had happened the previous night.
So that was it!
This group of people had sneaked off in secret to attack Li Mo.
And the result?
Not one of the dozen or so quasi-sage powerhouses had managed to succeed.
Not only that, they had even gotten themselves caught.
Every one of them was exhausted, looking like a pack of dead dogs.
"Have you all lost your minds? Yesterday, Island Master You Feng kindly presented you with a spiritual treasure, hoping to make friends with you. And what did you do? Not only were you ungrateful to Island Master You Feng, you even wanted to rob him!"
"If Island Master You Feng hadn't been on his guard, I'd be looking at his corpse today!"
"You wanted to kill my friend on my turf. Do you have any respect for me, Ming Tao?"
"Do you have any respect for my master, Daoist Venerable Kun Ling?"
Ming Tao flew into a rage!
In an instant, an endless tide of black water surged up behind him.
Terrifying pressure swept through the entire hall.
The group, already exhausted, felt as if a mountain had been dropped onto their shoulders.
If not for their powerful bodies, they would have been crushed into bloody pulp.
At the same time, Ming Tao was amazed by Li Mo's strength.
He had set up several formations on his own and managed to trap more than a dozen quasi-sage powerhouses inside.
And he had done it without taking their lives.
That meant the formations he had set up