Under this pressure, Qin Yichen glanced away. However, what made him look gloomy was that even in such a majestic place, no one came to stop Mo Yue's wanton behavior!

Even Feng Yuan, who was sitting in the first place, frowned slightly, but he had no intention of saying anything.

Obviously, in the eyes of these important people of the Phoenix Clan, although Jiao Chaochen, who holds the Fire Pavilion Order, is qualified to enter the Jiutian Fire Pavilion, in their hearts, he is not one of their own clansmen after all!

Compared with the young masters of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan, they are definitely not willing to quarrel with the Mo Tong Imperial Clan because of this foreigner.

Even if the fourth elder wanted to stop him, he did not take the risk due to Fengyuan's signal. In fact, he also understood very well that all Mo Yue's plans failed. If the latter was not allowed to vent, he would definitely

He would be so angry that he might take action against the race behind Jiao Chaochen regardless of his identity.

Perhaps, in the view of the Fourth Elder, it is not a bad thing for Jiao Chaochen to suffer a little injustice here. At least, it is much better than letting the race behind him bear the wrath of the young master of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan.

Although Jiao Chaochen is a monster, he is still too young after all. It is a good thing to suffer some setbacks.

"Haha, this is the so-called god-level race!"

Seeing the expressions of many important people from the Feng Clan, Qin Yichen's heart gradually became cold. Not long ago, they were still vowing that as long as they could disrupt Mo Yue's plan, the Feng Clan would be his backing.

However, it now seems that the Feng Clan had no intention of supporting him at all. When facing the angry Mo Yue, they chose to push themselves out without any hesitation.

Qin Yichen's face gradually turned cold. He knew that he could not blame anyone from the Feng clan. If he wanted to blame, he could only blame himself for his lack of strength!

In this world, only strength is king, even among god-level races!

"snort!"

Seeing that despite his own suppression, he still had the energy to look around, Mo Yue's eyes suddenly flashed with a look of cruelty. He snorted coldly, and the terrifying pressure suddenly increased again.

"Bang!"

Under this pressure, the stone chair Qin Yichen was sitting on was immediately shaken to pieces, and his figure staggered and fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

"well……"

Seeing this scene, the fourth elder couldn't help but sigh, with a look of unbearability in his eyes. The other elders of the Phoenix clan turned their faces slightly, pretending not to see it.

"I'll give you one last chance to kneel down and apologize to me, otherwise..."

Looking at the figure whose hands were sunk deeply into the ground, forcibly supporting his body without kneeling down and surrendering, Mo Yue's expression gradually turned cold, and in his eyes, there was a flash of cold murderous intent.

Mo Yue was also extremely surprised that a mere native of the Ten Thousand Races Continent could persist for so long under his own pressure. However, the more arrogant the latter was, the more he wanted to take them away.

Impressed!

Facing the indifferent faces, Qin Yichen's eyes were full of indifference. The veins on his arms surged to support him from being crushed by the terrifying pressure, while his head was slightly shaking.

Lifting up, an unyielding voice also came from his mouth: "Apologise? Why should I apologize to you?!"

"Why?"

Seeing that Qin Yichen could still speak at this time, Mo Yue also had a look of surprise in his eyes.

In terms of strength, he is now the strongest person in the world and can completely crush the latter. What's more, as a member of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan, the pressure of the power of blood alone is enough to defeat any clan.

The strong men of the mainland surrender to it!

Although the latter made him very unhappy, such performance still surprised him.

However, this kind of surprise only passed by for a moment. Soon, the corner of Mo Yue's mouth curled up with a ferocious arc, and a voice full of sarcasm also sounded: "Just because I am from the Mo Tong Imperial Clan."

Young Master, isn’t it enough to make you, an ant, surrender?”

"boom!"

As the words fell, the pressure on Qin Yichen increased sharply again. Suddenly, the ground beneath him collapsed, and his body was buried in it.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous to try to resist this young master with the power of an ant!"

Looking at the figure lying paralyzed in the pit, Mo Yue's eyes were full of sneer.

In that pothole, Qin Yichen clenched his fists. He was not unable to withstand this pressure. If the power of blood in his body was stimulated, he could even ignore this pressure and fight Mo Yue head-on!

However, Qin Yichen knew that he absolutely could not do this here!

If he does this, he will be able to achieve success for a while, but his identity will definitely be known by the latter!

Now that the human race has finally regained its footing, there is still a huge threat waiting for him, and if he provokes such a behemoth as the Mo Tong Imperial Clan at this time, he will definitely be suppressed without the ability to fight back.

!

Qin Yichen kept reminding himself in his heart that he must not be impulsive!

He is not strong enough now to protect the human race from the threat of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan, because he is not strong enough!

Although he had been suppressed by the terrifying pressure and fell to the ground, Qin Yichen still had an unyielding look in his eyes.

"Hmph, it seems you are still not convinced!"

Seeing the look in his eyes, Mo Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and immediately strode to the pothole, raised his foot and tried to step on the latter's head.

"Mo Yue, let's stop here."

And just when the sole of his foot was about to step down, Feng Yuan's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

As this voice sounded, the pressure that originally shrouded the hall dissipated like a tide.

Feeling this scene, Mo Yue frowned slightly. Although he was the young master of the Mo Tong Imperial Clan, there was still a big gap between him and Feng Yuan.

Once the coercion is offset, one or two things can be seen.

"This little friend is a guest invited by our clan. Don't go too far."

Fengyuan waved his hand, and a soft force carried Mo Yue away from the pit. He sighed softly and said.

"Hmph, today for the sake of Chief Fengyuan, I will spare you the ant you are!"

Seeing Feng Yuan take action to stop him, the look on Mo Yue's face softened a little. He had no intention of insulting the latter anymore. In front of so many important figures in the Feng clan, the lesson he just taught him had already made him unable to do anything.
Chapter completed!