Mo Yuan, standing before the rulers of several great dynasties, cupped his hands in salute before speaking.
His tone was neither servile nor overbearing, without the slightest trace of fear.
Though he was at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, he still felt no fear when facing these eight quasi-saints.
For behind him stood an exceedingly powerful grandfather.
"Mo Yuan, you must have heard about the Great Frost Dynasty. The Great Frost Dynasty is coming in full force, and our dynasties are powerless to stop them. In the entire Southern Region, only Venerable Mo Xing can stand in their way."
"Today, we must see Venerable Mo Xing and ask him to take action."
One of the hot-tempered dynasty rulers immediately rolled up his sleeves and shouted.
"My grandfather is in seclusion. Once he emerges, I will certainly report this matter to him."
"I ask that you seniors do not make things difficult for this junior."
Mo Xing continued, still cupping his hands in salute.
His tone did not yield in the slightest.
"Mo Yuan, you know the stakes as well. Your information is surely more current than ours."
"Ten thousand years ago, Venerable Mo Xing fought the Blood Demon Saint of the Northern Region. After the battle, the Blood Demon Saint fled back to the Northern Region, while Venerable Mo Xing entered seclusion and never emerged. He has now remained in seclusion for ten thousand years."
"As for the outcome of that battle, there is no need for you to tell us. We already know."
At these words, Mo Yuan's expression shifted slightly, but he maintained his cupped-hand salute without raising his head.
"Now, the Blood Demon Saint was beaten to death in three palm strikes by an unfamiliar powerhouse from the Great Frost Dynasty. His strength is