"It's ridiculous, why does this seabed gold belong to you, China?
As for the Poseidon clan, it has nothing to do with you China, I warn you again, leave our ship immediately, otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude."
Donald was losing his patience.
In fact, it is understandable. In Donald's view, the Chinese are not their opponents at all. Yesterday, the Chinese warships came to negotiate, and he had already taught them a lesson. Unexpectedly, these Chinese people still did not know good from evil.
"This sentence should be what we said, hand over the gold quickly, and let those monsters withdraw from the Poseidon Clan."
Qin Xiaoyue scolded in a deep voice.
Donald was completely angered. No one dared to deny the monastery face.
"Catch them."
Donald's tone dropped, and the Mothman sailors gathered towards Mo Hai.
"You don't think these monsters can deal with us, do you?"
Qin Xiaoyue sneered.
"You can give it a try. This is already the tenth generation of Mothman. When the first generation came out, one Mothman swept the martial arts of the United States."
Donald said in a deep voice.
"The tenth generation of Mothman?
Haha, even the hundredth generation is useless."
Qin Xiaoyue disagreed.
"You are too arrogant."
Donald was so angry that he was yelled at by a Chinese woman.
Qin Xiaoyue's hands were itching unbearably. Seeing the Mothman approaching, she couldn't hold it in anymore and took action directly.
But this tenth-generation Mothman is indeed very powerful. The most important thing is that Mothman has wings on his back and can fly.
In addition to flying, the Mothman has thick skin and strong recovery ability. Qin Xiaoyue's spiritual power scratched the Mothman's skin, but the Mothman's wounds actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qin Xiaoyue was shocked. This Mothman looked just like the androids in American movies.
It was indeed difficult for Qin Xiaoyue to deal with several Mothmen.
The remaining Mothmen gathered towards Mo Hai and Tie Xiaoxiong. Tie Xiaoxiong was about to make a move, but Mo Hai stretched out his hand to stop Tie Xiaoxiong.
"You don't need to take action. I'll do it. Just leave three Mothmen for Xiaoyue."
Mo Hai smiled faintly.
Tie Xiaoxiong suppressed his impulsiveness. Indeed, with Mr. Mo present, he didn't need to do whatever he wanted.
Although these Mothmen are powerful, they are still not worth mentioning in the eyes of a god-like figure like Mr. Mo.
Sure enough, after Mo Hai finished speaking, a blast of cold air burst out from his hand. The cold air was like smoke, directly surrounding the Mothmen.
Dozens of Mothmen were instantly frozen into ice sculptures under the extreme cold.
Donald had never expected that such a situation would occur. Their monastery had thoroughly studied human martial arts, and Mo Hai's methods were completely beyond their expectations.
"How can this be?"
Donald's eyes widened and his expression changed suddenly.
"How is it impossible?
Do you know Mr. Mo’s identity?”
Tie Xiaoxiong snorted coldly.
"Who is this kid?"
Donald looked at Mo Hai with burning eyes. Who would have thought that a young man could be so powerful.
"people?
Please change your title. You should call Mr. Mo a god."
Tie Xiaoxiong said proudly, no matter whether Mo Hai is a god or not, but now Tie Xiaoxiong can only brag, anyway, Mo Hai's strength is in front of these people, they have to believe it.
"god?
How can it be?
According to the research of our monastery, the age of gods ended tens of thousands of years ago, and there can be no real gods on earth now."
Although Donald was shocked by Mo Hai's methods, his mind was still clear.
The Monastery studies theology, so they naturally believe in the existence of God in this universe, but they never believe that the young Chinese man in front of them is God.
If God looked like this, it would be a devastating blow to their many years of theological research.
God has to look like a god, and it’s no surprise that Mo Hai doesn’t look like a god at all.
"Everything has exceptions. The existence of Mr. Mo is an exception. If Mr. Mo was not a god, how could he have such powerful magical powers?
Do you think Mr. Mo’s move just now is possible for a human to do?"
Tie Xiaoxiong sneered.
Donald frowned. Although he didn't want to believe that Mo Hai was a god, Mo Hai's magical powers really couldn't be explained without "gods".
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Donald roared in his heart, absolutely not accepting such a ridiculous thing. There is no real god on earth now. It can only be said that this Chinese boy has received some ancient inheritance, so he can control the cold air.
"I think it's just some kind of special function. Don't think that these cold air can deal with the Mothman. When the Mothman was manufactured, we passed the high and low temperature tests. Even if it is frozen, it will not be able to deal with them.