"The army ahead must be that of the Great Frost Dynasty, yes? Venerable Mo Xing has issued an order: the ruler of the Great Frost Dynasty is to commit suicide on the spot. If he complies, Venerable Mo Xing will not make things difficult for the Great Frost Dynasty."
"If he refuses, Venerable Mo Xing will erase the Great Frost Dynasty from the Southern Region completely."
"I hope the ruler of the Great Frost Dynasty knows what is good for him."
As the army continued onward, a young man suddenly appeared ahead of them.
The young man held a golden scroll in his hand.
He slowly unfurled the scroll and read its contents aloud, word by word.
Hearing this, Ye Lin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Venerable Mo Xing? What sort of nobody is that?"
Ye Lin turned to Han Che.
This was the first time since arriving here that he had encountered someone so arrogant.
What a big mouth.
"Your Majesty, Venerable Mo Xing is the strongest expert in the south of the Southern Region. Since his battle with the Blood Demon Saint ten thousand years ago, he has entered seclusion and never emerged. A full ten thousand years have now passed."
"Ten thousand years ago, he was already a third-level Quasi-Saint. As for how strong he is now, no one knows."
Han Che turned to Ye Lin and reported in a low voice.
In the distance, both Wang Dali and Blood Pupil looked at Ye Lin with grave worry.
The scene they had imagined had indeed arrived.
Venerable Mo Xing—the strongest expert of the south.
Unlike the Blood Demon Saint, Venerable Mo Xing had become famous throughout the entire Southern Region long ago.
He was a universally acknowledged peak expert.
Compared with the Blood Demon Saint, they feared this