In an instant, the oppressive aura spreading from Mo Cheng's body brought a change to the expressions of the surrounding guests.
They had not seen Mo Cheng fight in years. They had never imagined his strength would have grown so much.
"He really is a Five-Star Dou Ling. To think this old fellow has gained roughly three stars in just over two years. How terrifying!"
At the sight, everyone exchanged glances, inwardly sighing in amazement.
"This old fellow's strength just keeps growing."
Even Ge Ye's eyes flashed with surprise as he felt the oppressive aura slowly filling the hall.
Watching the atmosphere suddenly turn tense, Nalan Yanran knitted her delicate brows, turned toward Ge Ye beside her, and spoke softly.
"Uncle Ge, should we intervene?"
"Let's wait a little longer. These black-robed people don't look simple. The Mo Clan's foul mouths and arrogance have gone much too far, and some of the elders in the sect have already begun to resent them. If Mo Cheng suffers a little this time, it might teach him to rein himself in."
Ge Ye shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
"Otherwise, Mo Cheng will keep thinking there are no other powerful people left in the Jia Ma Empire."
After hearing Ge Ye's words, Nalan Yanran considered them briefly, then gently nodded without any objection.
Meanwhile, seeing the murderous intent on their elder's face, the surrounding Mo Clan experts tightened their grips on their weapons. They stared viciously at Su Tian and his companions, dou qi surging from their bodies.
It seemed that a single command from Mo Cheng would send them swarming forward to chop these fools who did not know what was good for them into a heap of minced flesh.
"Today is a joyous