"A mere ant dares oppose the Celestial Court? You must not know how to spell 'death'!"
"Saint Son, why waste words on him? Just crush him!"
The jeers of five thousand Celestial Court prodigies rose and fell, surging toward Han Feiyu like a tide.
Every face bore a look of lofty contempt. They looked at him as though he were already dead.
Saint Son Mo Yuan slowly raised his right hand.
Boundless destructive power gathered wildly in his palm, forming a black sphere that radiated a terrifying aura.
The power within it was enough to blast an ordinary Peerless Immortal King to pieces!
He was undeniably strong!
Stronger even than Tian Xu!
He had nearly reached the Supreme Peak of the Immortal King realm and could trade blows with a Half-Step Epoch King.
But that made sense. The Celestial Court's ten saint sons were, in essence, the future lords of the Ten Great Heaven Realms!
They were the Celestial Court's most prized successors.
If this era had not produced a monster like Di Cang, whose brilliance had eclipsed theirs,
the ten saint sons would have been the strongest ten of the Celestial Court's younger generation!
They were the force that gave it the confidence to sweep across the Eternal Immortal Realm!
Mo Yuan glanced at the coordinate map in his hand. The other nine fleeing red dots from the Human Realm were still moving. None had been caught.
Even the army led by Firmament had failed to catch a single one.
These people really were good at running!
"Before you die, I'll grant you one chance."
"Tell me which of these escape routes are decoys, and where your companions are hiding."
"Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."
Mo Yuan's voice remained aloof, as though he were bestowing