"Quick, hurry! Those two are fighting! Mo Xin actually made a move himself—now that's a rare sight."
"Ever since Mo Xin lost to Yan Batian last time, he went into seclusion for a thousand years. No one had seen hide nor hair of him for ages. Now that he has reappeared, a great battle is bound to erupt."
"Heh. After losing to Yan Batian last time, Mo Xin was humiliated beyond measure. This time, he's using this Human Race fellow to reestablish his authority."
"This Human Race prodigy is terribly unlucky. He just arrived and ran into Mo Xin, who's desperate to make an example of someone. Ten thousand years of bitter cultivation will go down the drain."
A host of prodigies rushed into the high heavens to watch the battle.
Mo Xin was a peerless prodigy. Fights at this level were a rare sight, so naturally they were eager to see it.
At the same time, inside the Heaven-Reaching Tower, a group of peerless prodigies sat solemnly within the great hall.
"Why is it so noisy outside? What exactly has happened?"
Suddenly, the woman seated at the far left of the five seats above asked in confusion.
"Such vast demonic qi—it must be Mo Xin. But for that fellow to unleash such an aura, could it be that he merely wants to announce his arrival?"
"Not necessarily. Such vast demonic qi is far more than a simple manifestation of Dao resonance. That fellow seems to be fighting someone. I'll go take a look."
"Mo Xin truly never knows how to behave. He's only just emerged from seclusion, yet he's already desperate to establish his authority. I'd like to see who is qualified to serve as Mo Xin's opponent."
The prodigies in the hall left with astonished expressions.
They knew