"This was not a misunderstanding."
Facing the hint of fear on Bai Le's face, Mo Wangchen slowly shook his head.
He continued to step forward until he was within three steps of Bai Le, then finally stopped.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Bai Le's voice trembled slightly, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.
In his eyes, there was a trace of terror, and now, facing Mo Wangchen, he involuntarily felt a sense of powerlessness.
This was someone even the Ancient Kings and various Saint Masters could do nothing against.
Now, in Mo Wangchen's eyes, he saw a flicker of murderous intent.
The other party wanted to kill him!
"Buzz!"
Mo Wangchen said nothing, his gaze indifferent as he swept his eyes over Bai Le, suddenly flashing an astonishingly fierce light as he pointed a finger into the air.
The space trembled, and at the point of his fingertip, the void seemed to collapse.
