Mo Wanchou narrowed his eyes, coldness filling them.
Yang Chen was already a dead man. What did he have left to compare with him? Pure nonsense.
Lin Tianyi had always been hot-tempered. He had been bottling up a bellyful of fire in Shiye City these past days, and now it flared up. "Hmph, Daoist Mo is indeed not weak, but compared with Yang Chen, who is stronger and who is weaker should not be difficult to judge."
Mo Wanchou said lazily, "Senior Lin, that is where you are mistaken. Fights are inherently about mutual restraint. You cannot say that because I could not deal with Xuanzhen before, while Daoist Friend Yang Chen killed Xuanzhen, I am therefore inferior to Daoist Friend Yang Chen. I would say that if I faced Yang Chen, I would still have several chances of victory. After all, I have held first place on the Great Luo Celestial Monument for many years. Daoist Friend Yang Chen, on the other hand, does not seem to have taken this throne from me."
In any case, Yang Chen was already dead. Could he possibly spring back to life and challenge him?
Lin Tianyi trembled with rage, his face thunderous. Mo Wanchou truly had no shame. "Fine, fine, fine! Since you put it that way, Yang Chen has always been calm and clear-minded. Taking on ten enemies alone? I am afraid he would never do something so impulsive."
"What exactly are you trying to say, Daoist Lin?" Mo Wanchou narrowed his eyes.
"What am I trying to say? Mo Wanchou, Yang Chen's death... could it have something to do with you?" Lin Tianyi shouted.
Han Bo also found it strange now. Both he and Lin Tianyi knew how composed Yang Chen was. Mo Wanchou's explanation was simply difficult to believe.