Hearing the words of the Jueming Son, everyone present could not help but be surprised.
This is indeed an extremely warlike person, he even wants to fight with the divine king's body.
Jueming is his current name.
The former Holy Son Jueming was named Lin. Later, after he became the Holy Son, he directly changed his name to the word Jueming.
As his name suggests, anyone who has had contact with him over the years.
No matter which faction the figure belongs to, once defeated, no one will be left alive. This is the Son of Destiny.
"The body of the God King is the number one physique of our human race in ancient and modern times. The physical body is unparalleled. Mo Wangchen cultivated in the Void Immortal Realm and killed the Holy Son in the Xuanwu League, thus showing his invincible appearance of his generation. With you, I'm afraid you still can't
Defeat him?"
Suddenly, in the pavilion, a slightly mocking word came from everyone present.
Many people were shocked when they heard these words. Someone dared to openly ridicule the Holy Son of Death. Who is so bold?
"Meng Hong?"
Looking in the direction of the sound, everyone saw the person who spoke, a man in black, who was sitting there, looking at the Holy Son of Destiny.
"The former Holy Son of the Meng family died in the hands of the Holy Son Jue Ming. In the past ten years, there has been no new Holy Son. I am afraid that among the younger generation of the Meng family, this Meng Hong is the strongest?"
"Haha, no wonder you dare to mock Holy Son Jueming in front of his face. He turns out to be a member of the Meng family."
Many people discussed that the person who spoke was named Meng Hong. In the past, the Holy Son of the Meng family was killed, and the people of the Meng family have always been repulsive towards the Holy Son of Jueming.
It's a pity that before the two people fought, they had already made a life-and-death decision. The Holy Son was beheaded, and even if the Meng family was angry, they could only endure it.
"I heard that in a few years, you will be canonized as the new generation of the Meng family's holy son. I don't mind. I will strangle you in the cradle tonight."
The Holy Son of Destiny looked at him, and as he spoke, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, with a sneer on his face.
"You can try." Meng Hong squinted his eyes.
By the Lake of Enlightenment, there were not only geniuses from the younger generation, but in fact, many experts from the older generation from various forces were also present.
Now that the power of the Meng Family's Heavenly Immortal Realm is hiding in the surrounding void, Meng Hong doesn't think that the Holy Son of Death really dares to take action against him.
"What an arrogant boy. Don't think that I can't kill you because there are masters from the Immortal Realm secretly there. If I really want to take action, I can take your life within two breaths at most." The Holy Son of Death sneered, with fullness in his eyes.
It is the color of confidence.
"Even though I'm no match for you, if you dare to kill me, you won't be able to leave alive tonight." Meng Hong looked calm, without any fear.
The conversation between the two made the atmosphere of the scene become much more tense.
In the end, the Holy Son of Destiny snorted coldly, with the murderous intent in his eyes restrained, and said, "You just said that the divine king's body is invincible at the same time. I'm afraid it's too early to say it. You haven't even stepped into the true fairyland. How can the Daluo Heavenly Realm be...
It’s vast and there are endless monsters, but a mere Mo Wangchen means nothing.”
"Although I don't deny his potential, for the sake of a woman, he did not hesitate to bring trouble to the entire Xuanwu League to such an extent. It shows that this person's Taoist heart is still unstable. Throughout the ages, many saints have fallen under the red dress. In my opinion
Come on, the master of Young Master Ruyun is just a disaster."
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Wangchen, who had been sitting quietly on the spot, suddenly frowned.
Mo Wangchen said that he was fine, and smiled indifferently, not taking it to heart. But now, in front of him, someone was commenting on Meng Yurou like this. If he could continue to sit still, then Mo Wangchen would be unavoidable.
He is so unmanly.
He stood up and looked at the Holy Son of Death, his eyes cold.
All around, everyone present could not help but be startled. Everyone was sitting. At this moment, Mo Wangchen stood up alone, so he naturally attracted much attention.
What's more, in his eyes, there was a flash of cold light, approaching the Holy Son of Death, even if he didn't want to attract people's attention.
"Your words are too much..."
In the eyes of everyone in the audience, Mo Wangchen stood there, his white clothes fluttering slightly in the night wind, and his voice spread faintly.
"Who are you? What do my desperate words have to do with you?"
The Holy Son of Destiny frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable dangerous aura in the other person's eyes.
But after careful observation, the man in white in front of him is just a practitioner of the Void Immortal Realm, and is the same as most of those present.
"Unknown person, I just can't stand your face."
Mo Wangchen shook his head, not intending to reveal his identity. His eyes fell on the Jue Ming Holy Son, "You threatened to have the body of the God of War, and regarded the proud son of the Xuanwu League as a fool. You are arrogant and don't know what to say. I don't know your strength and how strong you can be."
Where to go?"
As he spoke, Mo Wangchen stepped forward, his aura erupted, and he immediately moved towards the Holy Son of Death.
This is a provocation, a statement of challenge to the other party!
All around, everyone present looked surprised. An unknown young man in white actually wanted to fight the Holy Son of Death?
If it were spread out, it would be a bit ridiculous.
What a charisma the Holy Son of Jueming has. He has never been defeated in his life. He is known as the genius among the young generation of the Qingwu League who is most likely to be the first to step into the ranks of the Holy Emperor. The name of Jueming is not only in the Qingwu League.
It was spread that many geniuses in the other six alliances were also frightened by this name.
There is no other reason for this, it’s your fate, your fate!
As long as he has fought against anyone, apart from Yin Tao just now, there is no other person he can find.
"We don't know each other, let alone have any grudges. Besides, I don't think you are interested in letting me take action."
The Holy Son Jueming shook his head, his face indifferent. This indifference, in the eyes of everyone, was a kind of contempt for Mo Wangchen.
Indeed, with the strength of the Holy Son of Destiny, he has swept through his contemporaries and is unrivaled so far. Not everyone can challenge him at will.
What's more, in the eyes of everyone, the man in white in front of them is only a virtual fairy. Even the former saint son of the Meng family was killed by Jue. This man in white doesn't have the strength of a saint son, how can he seduce Jue?
Interest in life?
"What does it have to do with me whether you are interested or not? I am very interested in you, so I can't tolerate you not taking action."
Mo Wangchen smiled faintly and said such surprising words. Was he trying to force the Holy Son of Jueming to take action?
"Some people nowadays are so desperate to gain fame that they even dare to provoke the Holy Son Jueming. Little do they know that others can kill him with just a snap of their fingers!"
All around, many geniuses present shook their heads secretly, feeling that Mo Wangchen was too arrogant and ignorant.