Although the Sorcerer Tribe had already reached an agreement with the Three Gods Sect and promised Void God that they would not make a move against Su Mo before the Heavenly Dragon Hegemony,
how could the Sorcerer Tribe remain calm after seeing the murderer who had slaughtered twenty million of their people standing right here?
Wu Fengtian's palm was instantly covered in dense Xuan energy, and he attacked on the spot.
With a stretch of his hand, a Xuan energy claw several zhang long came crashing down like Mount Tai bearing down from above, grabbing at Su Mo through the air.
This attack was quite powerful. Even ordinary Martial Venerable Realm, Ninth Layer martial artists might not have been able to block it.
Yet Su Mo merely revealed a cold smile in the face of this attack, with no intention of fighting back at all.
There were many people around him at the moment. Aside from the Sacred Emperor, there were also numerous geniuses and senior experts from the Imperial Ancestor Sacred Dynasty.
That attack had nearly enveloped many of them, so there was no need for him to act.
Sure enough, just as the enormous claw was about to descend upon Su Mo's head, the Sacred Emperor made his move. With a sweep of his sleeve, the massive claw dissipated at once like a wisp of green smoke.
Wu Fengtian's expression immediately changed, turning rather ugly.
"Senior Jiashen, this is not the time for your Sorcerer Tribe to make a move, is it?"
After extinguishing Wu Fengtian's attack, the Sacred Emperor lightly clasped his hands toward an elderly man leading the Sorcerer Tribe.
The old man wore coarse cloth robes, with white hair and white brows. His face was aged, and he was none other than Ancestor Jiashen, a