"Mo Pozheng, have you grown tired of living?" Huo Lian said coldly.
They could see that Mo Pozheng was in terrible shape.
Though they were not quite sure whether Mo Pozheng was putting on an act, if it was real, was he courting death by appearing before them in such a state?
Mo Pozheng's sudden appearance left them all thoroughly puzzled.
"No, quite the opposite. I cherish my life," Mo Pozheng said, voicing his complaint. "It's because I cherish my life that I came here."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly said coldly.
"I want to tell you some good news and some bad news." Mo Pozheng took a deep breath, and the stagnant blood and qi in his chest seemed to ease a little.
"For us, what news could be worse than Kui Yong emerging? As for good news? Nothing counts as good news now, unless Kui Yong is dead," Huo Lian said flatly.
"Exactly. The Ancestor is almost dead," Mo Pozheng said bluntly.
Those words caught everyone somewhat off guard.
"What did you say?" Xuan Tu demanded, his eyes widening.
They had all heard him clearly, but what Mo Pozheng had said was so astonishing that they could not help wanting to confirm it again.
"It's just as you heard. Our Ancestor is almost dead now," Mo Pozheng said again.
"Are you toying with us?" Fan Zhuolang said coldly.
"Kui Yong was driven back by Huo Lian then. Even if he was wounded, injuries like those wouldn't kill him," Zuo Qiu Shu said.
"If Kui Yong could die so easily, he wouldn't have been invincible beneath heaven back then." Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly stared at Mo Pozheng, unable to conceal the killing intent in her eyes.
To her, since they were going to deal with