"Who are you?!"
"You dare steal my precious herb?!"
The instant Mo Ming saw Chen Xuan, boundless killing intent blazed in his eyes as he fixed Chen Xuan with a deadly stare.
With his strength, Mo Ming could naturally sense the powerful Magic Beast bloodline within Chen Xuan. That bloodline exerted an innate suppression over his own.
The Heavenly Demon Tiger clan ranked among the supreme overlords of Magic Beasts, yet the woman before him actually surpassed him in bloodline.
"This cold, sinister aura... are you from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan?!"
Only after a long moment did Mo Ming speak icily. "Deep within your bloodline, I sensed the aura of a supreme Magic Beast bloodline. Only the three overlords of the Magic Beast World could possess such a powerful bloodline."
Then a sneer appeared on Mo Ming's face, and he said darkly, "But it makes no difference. Even if you belong to the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, you'll still die here. The Heavenly Demon Tiger clan's possessions aren't so easy to steal."
"Let me see just how formidable the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, one of the legendary overlords of the Magic Beast World, really is."
Mo Ming's eyes were cold, cruelty etched across his rugged face. "Do it!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as Mo Ming spoke, four figures suddenly appeared around Chen Xuan. Black mist radiated from their bodies, their auras surging outward.
Chen Xuan swept his gaze across the four of them, then gave a faint smile. "Four pieces of Peak Dou Zong trash. Is this why you're so confident?"
These were the four members of the Heavenly Demon Tiger clan who had secretly headed to Chen Xuan's valley earlier. Presumably, they had failed to find him there and hurried back.
"You're courting death!"
Hearing Chen Xuan