Yao~

"Wasn't it that kid Mo Zhen'ao?" Old Mo froze.

"Then who was it?"

The other two Ninth Realm powerhouses were equally curious. This old turtle wasn't arranging a match for his own dear grandson—could it be that he was asking on his own behalf?

Holy shit...

If he really was proposing for himself... damn, what a shameless old bastard!

One look at their bizarre expressions, and Bixi Ancestor could guess with his toes what they were thinking. These three fucking shameless old bastards.

They had definitely gotten the wrong end of the stick.

Boom... Catching them off guard, striking where they were unprepared...

"Ahh~" x3

Three screams rang out through the cabin as Old Mo and the other two were sent flying together.

They had been so busy breaking up the fight, then had their thoughts led astray again. They had no time to defend themselves, and in a moment of carelessness, Bixi Ancestor's fully wound-up fist blasted them away.

It felt as though their skulls had nearly been punched apart.

It hurt—hurt like hell...

"Old turtle!!!"

The three instantly flew into a rage. They struck at once, boundless qi and blood erupting with a thunderous roar, mystical radiance of divine powers and laws gleaming like the sharp edge that split heaven and earth apart.

If this old turtle did not give them an explanation today—

They would drag him straight into alien starfields and beat him there. Even if they shattered several starfields, they would still haul up this undead old turtle and toss him into a pot of boiling oil.

In an instant, the space within ten thousand miles was sealed. Dim moonlight spilled down, while the mystical radiance of laws became invisible blades.

Three against one—

The advantage was ours—the Six Ancestors pondered for a moment.

"Heh,