"Here to collect the goods?"
High above a mighty river, black aura shrouded the sky. On a black ancient path, Mo Zhan stood broad-shouldered, looking at Ao Wushuang with some puzzlement.
He had followed the aura of darkness here. That dark aura... should have belonged to the dark ancient ancestor.
Yet he had never expected it to be a middle-aged man...
Although the other party gave him an inscrutable feeling, his strength... seemed rather weak.
He should not be the dark ancient ancestor himself!
Then... he should be the dark ancient ancestor's envoy?
Meanwhile, Ao Wushuang looked at the man before him, his thoughts racing as panic surged through him. He could feel that the other party's strength... was even greater than the darkness he had encountered before!
The strongest thing he had seen before was merely a plume of black smoke, along with some corrupted slaves.
But that black smoke could at most bring forth a small black path. The man before him, on the other hand, could casually create a black road reaching the heavens with a single step.
He steeled himself and said:
"Y-yes... here to collect the goods."
"Are you the one delivering them?"
He would agree first and worry about the rest later.
But War Emperor Mo Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Do you have a token?"
Ao Wushuang was somewhat dumbfounded. A token... where would he have any damned token?
Yet at that moment, he suddenly felt as if something had appeared in his hand. When he picked it up and looked, it was actually that black copper coin!
The instant War Emperor saw the coin, his pupils contracted. A trace of terror flashed through his eyes, and he instinctively took a step back before bowing outright!
"Greetings, Supreme! Mo Zhan had absolutely no