Looking at the two people complimenting each other, the four old men around them all showed envious expressions.

One is an invincible genius who has been named on the Supreme List, and the other's holy son has also entered the second stage of inheriting the divine artifacts very confidently.

You must know that Yan Ling has entered the second stage at a young age, and his future achievements will definitely be immeasurable.

Not to mention Wang Mang, who relied on his tremendous fighting power to overwhelm all the saints.

That is to say, the Mo clan still refuses to believe that Wang Mang did not give him the inherited artifact.

Otherwise, there would be no need to fight this endless holy war at all.

As soon as they thought about this, the two old men at the tea table looked at their Holy Son with eyes full of hatred.

The next moment, the old man wearing a blue robe said slowly:

"Things haven't been settled yet, so don't get too happy too early."

"The Holy Son in the Old Man's Clan has already entered the second stage of inheriting the sacred objects."

Hearing this, Mo Gu replied disdainfully:

"Tch, so what if we enter the second stage?"

"As long as we don't enter the final stage, I don't believe that any of the saints are Wang Mang's opponents!"

"This time, Wang Mang will let Hao Shixuan taste defeat."

"It's just a good time to teach that arrogant boy a lesson, so that he won't keep having Xiaoyou's ideas."

After hearing Mo Gu's words, several old men around him laughed silently.

A few years ago, the Starry Sky Ancient Clan proposed marriage to the Black Ink Clan.

Yes, the two people getting married were Mo Xiaoyou and Hao Shixuan.

However, this was all rejected by Mogu.

Not only that, later on whenever Hao Shixuan entered Mo City, he would be caught and beaten by Mo Gu, an old stubborn man.

However, Mogu still had the sense to teach him a lesson, even though he despised the old guy's shameless behavior.

However, it is not good to break up with the Mo clan just because of this trivial matter.

From then on, Hao Shixuan never dared to go to Mo City alone again.

As time went by, the matter fell into disrepair.

This does not affect Mogu's displeasure with Hao Shixuan.

After thinking about this, several old men around him looked at Mo Gu in strange ways.

After all, they still can't be like Mo Gu, who completely put down the dignity of their seniors and attack a junior.

They still admire Mogu's shameless spirit.

Looking at the weird looks in the eyes of the people around him, Mo Gu seemed to understand something.

Then, he said with some embarrassment:

"Ahem, let's watch the competition."

…

At this time, in the domain of the Yan Clan.

As the two people continued to be in a stalemate, countless aftermaths began to spread in all directions.

Whether it is the terrifyingly powerful Swallowing Avenue or the extremely hot Burning Heaven Divine Flame, it is beginning to continuously destroy the surrounding environment.

At the same time, waves of ripples began to appear in the space around the two people,

I saw Wang Mang holding the Slaughter Halberd with one hand and using it continuously, while Yan Ling opposite him held the fire-patterned stick with both hands to resist.

The power of the avenue behind them seemed to present different visions colliding together.

Looking at Yan Ling with a solemn expression, Wang Mang asked slowly:

"I suddenly thought of a question."

After hearing this, Yan Ling, who was struggling to resist the powerful fire pattern stick, said in a daze:

"What?"

The next moment, Wang Mang said calmly:

"Does every big clan have inherited artifacts?"

After hearing Wang Mang's inquiry, Yan Ling looked around at a loss.

Then, he stared at Wang Mang and replied:

"The inherited sacred objects are usually given either to the clan leader or to the Holy Son."

"As for your Black Ink Clan's inherited artifacts, I haven't seen Senior Mo Yang use them in all these years."

"I remember that in the records, the Black Ink Clan seemed to have a Holy Son a hundred years ago."

"But for some unknown reason, a certain Holy Son mysteriously disappeared."

"That's all I know."

Hearing this, Wang Mang said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the Black Ink Clan is not as simple as I think?"

When he first saw the Holy Son of the Bone Clan using the inherited artifact, Wang Mang was just a little jealous.

After all, the Bone Clan's Holy Son's development of inherited divine objects is still at the first stage.

When he saw the power of the inherited divine item in Yan Ling's hands, Wang Mang was completely envious.

Logically speaking, as the Holy Son of the Black Ink Clan, he should also have inherited divine items.

After thinking about this, Wang Mang cursed with some dissatisfaction:

"Fuck, this idiot Mo Yang doesn't trust me!"

Hearing this, Yan Ling, who was opposite him, said with some shame:

"Well, it is certain that you will be suspected of being so strong."

You know, Wang Mang is now holding on to the inherited divine artifact to suppress him.

This made Yan Ling convinced, after all, Wang Mang's strength was indeed powerful.

If it weren't for the blessing of the inherited divine artifact, he might not even be qualified to fight Wang Mang.

After thinking about this, he sighed to Wang Mang:

"I really don't know how a guy like you practices."

While saying this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Wang Mang glanced at him lightly and said slowly:

"There's no comparison."

"Okay, it's time for you to admit defeat, right?"

After hearing his words, Yan Ling said helplessly:

"Yes, I lost!"

"But I lost to destiny, so I have nothing to regret."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining Burning Heaven Divine Flame around him immediately dissipated.

Seeing this, Wang Mang also dispersed the swallowing avenue entrenched around him.

After the two waves of heaven-destroying energy disappeared, the Flame Clan's realm stopped shaking.

At the same time, the figures of the two people were revealed.

I saw that Wang Mang's body was completely unscathed except for the stain on the God of Slaughter War.

In comparison, Yan Ling looked much more embarrassed.

The Taoist robe he was wearing was torn into tatters by the residual power that swallowed the avenue during the battle with Wang Mang.

The power of the Great Dao in the body was also depleted due to maintaining the Burning Heaven Divine Flame and being absorbed by Wang Mang.

Although he still has the strength to fight, he will definitely lose in the end.

Rather than being defeated embarrassingly, it would be better to just admit defeat and retain some dignity.

Seeing the two people who had stopped fighting, everyone in the Yan Clan domain started talking about it:

"Has the winner already been decided?"

"Although Yan Ling looks a little embarrassed, he is not completely helpless in a fight."

"Then what's going on?"

“I don’t know, just wait and see what happens!”
To be continued...