Mu Tong's taunts instantly darkened Hai Qianmo's expression.
Hai Qianmo admitted to himself that he was no match for Lin Heng.
But admitting it was one thing.
Having it said aloud in public was another.
After all, he was the undisputed number one of the Ancient Clan's younger generation.
Wasn't Mu Tong plainly slapping him in the face?
Well, now.
The killing intent Hai Qianmo had fixed on Lin Heng
instantly shifted, with most of it falling on Mu Tong.
"A mere traitor to the Ancient Clan."
"And you dare act so brazenly before me."
"Mu Tong, you fled the Ancient Clan years ago."
"Today, this Heavenly Star Sea Region will be your burial place."
"Even when you die, you can only fall into the sea to be devoured by fish and shrimp."
"You will never be buried in the Ancient Clan's cemetery."
Mu Tong merely scoffed at Hai Qianmo's words.
"Buried in the Ancient Clan?"
"Hai Qianmo, even if the Ancient Clan were willing, I, Mu Tong, wouldn't be."
With everything said, there was naturally no need to keep bickering.
A cold light flashed in Hai Qianmo's eyes, and the might of his Return to Origin Realm cultivation erupted.
His violent presence sent a tremor through the space around him.
It surged outward like a wave.
With a rumble, the surface of the sea churned like boiling water.
Hai Qianmo swept his left hand behind him.
As waves of air surged, a sharp blade a full hundred meters long materialized.
Its edge pointed at the sky, ready to sweep aside all opposition.
The moment the hundred-meter blade appeared,
even the sunlight retreated behind the clouds, shrouding the ground beneath them in gloom.
Mu Tong looked coldly at Hai Qianmo in midair.
"Return to Origin Realm Great Perfection."
"I'm afraid