Splash!!
The instant his words fell, a fist of light suddenly descended from above, blasting him into fragments of a hero. Blood splattered all over Mo Tian beside him.
"Not leaving? Then none of you need leave!"
Three figures appeared atop Yuanyang Divine Mountain—Hua Yunfei, Wu De, and Ruhua.
However, the three had disguised their original appearances. Hua Yunfei and Wu De had both transformed into red-robed young men, looking like a pair of senior and junior disciples.
"Who are you!?" Mo Tian stared in shock at Xiao Xuan, who had been blown apart, unable to calm himself.
Hua Yunfei did not respond. He raised a hand and seized Mo Tian by the throat from afar. His overwhelming power directly sealed Mo Tian's strength within his body, leaving him unable to resist.
Mo Tian was slowly lifted off the ground. Hua Yunfei stared at him coldly. "Earlier, were you the one insulting the Yuanyang Realm?"
Mo Tian struggled violently, terror spreading across his face. What kind of strength did this person possess? It was far too terrifying! He could not resist at all!
He repeatedly shook his head. "N-No... it wasn't me... not me..."
Crack!
Before he could finish, his neck had already been crushed alive. Hua Yunfei tore off his entire head and held it in his hand, blood dripping continuously.
"Y-You... who exactly are you?" a Netherworld Hall expert who had come with Mo Tian cried out.
"Primal King's disciple, Yuan Fei!"
Was Your Full Strength Only This Much?
"Primal King's disciple, Yuan Fei?!"
Upon hearing Hua Yunfei's words, Qingming Buddha, Dongfang Qingyue, and the others all frowned. Clearly, none of them had ever heard of this person.
The Primal King had disciples, and more than one, but they seemed to have all died fighting alongside him.
Could