Jun Moxiao's alternate identity had appeared swiftly and vanished just as quickly. After brutally beating several Ancestor Kings of the Ancient Race, he promptly disappeared from public view.
But the things he had done were truly earthshaking. Roasting and eating the Heavenly Son's flesh, thrashing the Ancient Race's Ancestor Kings, crushing an Ancient Emperor weapon with his bare hands, cooking Ancient Race flesh before their Great Saint, and that claim of being Ten Thousand Laws Impenetrable-every one of these became a topic of conversation over tea and meals.
Previously, the Holy Body Ye Fan's triumphant return had dazzled everyone. But the moment the mysterious Mo Zaiwen appeared, he shattered everything they thought they knew and stole even Ye Fan's thunder.
Yet that mysterious man appeared only once before vanishing. Many wanted to visit and befriend him, but none could find him.
"Ye Zi, that young master really knows how to enjoy life. All he does every day is play and play some more. He doesn't even have to worry about enemies, since nobody can beat him anyway."
"We killed so many of the Ancient Race before. There's bound to be big trouble ahead. You could say powerful enemies surround us!"
Honestly, Pang Bo deeply envied Jun Moxiao's life. That was true freedom, while he himself was still merely a lowly cultivator at the Severing the Dao stage.
Ye Fan said, "He can live so freely because he has the strength to sweep aside everything in his path. I believe we'll be able to do that someday too."
"The young master may be playing, but he's also helping you look after your three younger sisters. And you? You brought your sisters here, dumped them on someone else, and washed your hands of the whole thing."
Xu Qiong rolled her eyes at