Hearing Huo Lian's words, Mo Pozheng scoffed. "Huo Lian, you're still dreaming like a fool at a time like this? You'd better worry about yourself first. Do you think you can handle the senior Former Hall Masters? My Tomb Clan has guarded the Hall Master's Land of Slumber for ten thousand years. Though we rarely venture into the world, not just anyone can wipe us out. If you have that ability, you're welcome to try. The Supreme Demon Saber will be mine."
Mo Pozheng had barely finished speaking, and Huo Lian had yet to respond.
The pitch-black vortex three feet in size suddenly appeared before Mo Pozheng again.
Earlier, this vortex had vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes, its whereabouts unknown.
Pang Yi and the others did not know exactly what had happened.
They had thought something would happen very soon, but after waiting a while, they had seen no unexpected developments.
Instead, Huo Lian had charged out of the formation in a fury.
But now, the vortex had appeared again.
Before they could speak, another change occurred within the vortex.
A powerful aura radiated from it.
"Mo Pozheng, you deserve to die!" Huo Lian roared, about to charge at Mo Pozheng.
But the auras of the seven Former Hall Masters suddenly surged, making Huo Lian's expression turn very grave.
He could not charge straight over to deal with Mo Pozheng now. He had to deal with the seven men before him first.
A thousand years ago, he had been able to handle these seven.
But now, he could sense the dangerous auras emanating from them.
Huo Lian would have thought nothing of one or even several of them alone, but with them together now, things were somewhat different.
With a Combined Strike Method at their disposal, the seven