"Why did this feel so familiar?"
As he watched the Heavenly Sacred Palace Master streak through the air, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in Mo Shang's heart.
He finally understood—this world was one gigantic ramshackle troupe. Every time you beat the young one, the old one came running; after beating the old one, an even older one would come along...
"I am Li Shengtian, Master of the Heavenly Sacred Palace. Young Master Mo, give me some face and let this matter end here. How about it?"
Stepping out of the void, the Heavenly Sacred Palace Master ignored the four agitated elders and fixed his gaze on Mo Shang at once.
"Palace Master Li certainly had quite the face. You wanted to brush this matter aside with just a few words?" Mo Shang laughed upon hearing that.
"Young Master Mo, are you truly unwilling to give me even a shred of face?" Li Shengtian frowned slightly.
"Was your face worth much?"
Mo Shang merely smiled faintly, then continued, "Forget it. I can't be bothered talking nonsense with you. If you have any issues, go talk to my old man!"
With that, Mo Shang stopped wasting words on him. He took out a jade talisman and crushed it.
The jade talisman shattered, and time froze for an instant. Mo Yuntian's figure crossed an endless distance and appeared in the arena in the blink of an eye.
The Great Dao flowed around Mo Yuntian, and an indescribable aura blanketed the entire hall, locking onto Li Shengtian in an instant.
"This aura..."
With Mo Yuntian's arrival, Li Shengtian immediately felt his body sink. A sense of danger surged into his heart, and his expression abruptly changed.
Ye Qingrou and Ye Qingxuan scarcely dared to breathe. Though that pressure was not directed at them,