However, before Xuan Zhen could truly begin his rampage, an astonishing aura and pressure suddenly came crashing down like a massive mountain.
Sensing this pressure, Xuan Zhen was immediately delighted. This faintly familiar pressure—could it be Yang Chen?
"No, that's not right. The pressure Yang Chen gives off isn't like this." Xuan Zhen was deeply puzzled.
The first time he had fought Yang Chen had been one thing, but during their second clash, the pressure Yang Chen had given him had already filled him with fear from the depths of his heart.
Yet this pressure did not carry that same sense of terror.
After the pressure descended, a figure appeared. It was none other than Mo Wanchou, who had been waiting here for Xuan Zhen to show himself.
Mo Wanchou said coldly, "Spirit God Clan Royal Clan? Xuan Zhen? Hmph, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"First place on the Great Luo Celestial Monument, Mo Wanchou?" Xuan Zhen's expression turned cold. Half-squinting his eyes, he said viciously, "Why is it you?"
Mo Wanchou sneered. "You seem surprised? I came here specifically to kill you."
Xuan Zhen laughed disdainfully. Did Mo Wanchou really think he was surprised by that? What surprised him was why the one who had come was this fellow rather than Yang Chen.
"I have no time to waste on you. You're not my opponent, so get lost while you still can," Xuan Zhen said icily.
Mo Wanchou was filled with rage. How could he tolerate someone speaking to him like that? He said coldly, "Xuan Zhen, you truly are arrogantly blind. If I don't make a move today, you really won't know that there are always greater people beyond people, and higher mountains beyond mountains."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wanchou suddenly