Lord Mo?
Fang Chen frowned, his face a little gloomy.
According to the old beggar, that behemoth was called Lord Mo. He was very famous in the Godsfall Battlefield, and even ordinary Martial Emperors did not dare to provoke him.
"What is he doing here?"
Fang Chen asked.
What was certain was that Lord Mo was not a native of the Ancient Chaos, but a descendant of a peerless expert who had survived the Godsfall Battle.
"Lord Mo was injured and his realm fell. He wants to refine the will of the Supreme Law of the Ancient Chaos, control this world, and absorb the Supreme Law to heal his injuries."
With his life in danger, the old beggar did not dare to hide anything from Fang Chen.
"Refine the will of the Supreme Law?"
A cold killing intent flashed in Fang Chen's eyes.
At his realm, he naturally knew that the most important thing in the Ancient Chaos was the will of the Supreme Law. It maintained the order of the Ancient Chaos.
Once the will of the Supreme Law was refined, it would plunge the Ancient Chaos into water and fire. At that time, the Human Race would be destroyed.
He clenched his fists, and his body exuded a cold killing intent.
"The Ancient Chaos is my hometown. I will never allow such a thing to happen."
Fang Chen said coldly.
At the side, the old beggar's body trembled. He could feel the chill coming from Fang Chen's body, and his heart palpitated.
"Although Lord Mo's realm has fallen to the Quasi-emperor realm, his means are too incredible. Even I can't withstand one move in front of him."
The old beggar said, "You can't beat Lord Mo."
Fang Chen withdrew his aura and looked at the old beggar.
"So, Lord Mo also wants the Immortal Scepter?" Fang Chen continued to ask.
The old beggar nodded.
"The Demon Monarch's tomb was created by a peerless expert in the Godsfall Battlefield. After the Godsfall Battle, the tomb was broken.
The broken tomb lost its former power and eventually flowed out of the Godsfall Battlefield in the long river of time. "
"I don't know where Lord Mo heard this news, but he did everything he could to find a way to descend into the primordial chaos."
After hearing this, Fang Chen's frown deepened.
Since Lord Mo had never been to the Ancient Chaos, how did he know about the Immortal Scepter and the Immortal Emperor?
It would have been fine if the old beggar knew about it, but he knew about the connection between the Immortal Scepter and the Demon Emperor's mausoleum. This was not something the old beggar could know.
"Could it be …"
A bold idea appeared in Fang Chen's mind.
Perhaps the Immortal Emperor had not died at all, but had entered the Battlefield of Gods.
Lord Mo might have met the Immortal Emperor and learned about the Demon Emperor's mausoleum from him.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Chen collected his thoughts and looked at the old beggar with a mocking expression.
"Our human race has never taken the initiative to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean that we're afraid of trouble.
As a human from the Primordial Chaos, you did such a thing. How should you be punished? "
Fang Chen pressed the old beggar to the ground with his palm.
The latter's entire body was in pain, and he bared his teeth in pain.
"Lord, please spare my life."
The old beggar begged for mercy.
Fang Chen's strength was too strong. He had no chance to resist at all.
Moreover, the latter was the leader of the human race. Even if he killed him, the human race would not say anything.
"I am willing to submit to the leader and be your slave."
In the face of death, the old beggar surrendered.
"You only have two choices now."
Fang Chen released his palm and said coldly, "First, you continue to serve Lord Mo. If you do, I will kill you directly."
"Second, you make a martial arts oath that from now on, you will be my servant and never betray me."
Hearing this, the old beggar's expression changed.
"What?
You don't want to? "
Fang Chen frowned and clenched his fist. A dazzling light erupted.
Suddenly, the old beggar's body trembled as he felt Fang Chen's killing intent.
He had no doubt that if Fang Chen's punch landed on his body, he would definitely die.
"I … am willing to submit."
The old beggar lowered his head.
Now, he only wanted to live. How could he care about Lord Mo?
"I swear …"
Not long after, the beggar old man swore a martial oath, and there was a trace of the supreme power of law that drilled into his body.
Fang Chen also sensed the mysteries of the mysteries.
Martial arts oaths were the most important for cultivators. Once violated, the supreme power would enforce the law and kill the cultivator.
Therefore, after the old beggar made a martial arts oath, Fang Chen released the restriction on him and restored his freedom.
"Master."
The old beggar stood up and called out respectfully.
"From today onwards, you are my servant.
Now, can you tell me about Lord Mo? "Fang Chen glanced at the old beggar.
The old beggar nodded. "Lord Mo's real name is Mo Wudao. He is known as the Killing Emperor and is an out-and-out Killing God. It is said that his father is a super expert above the Emperor realm. He can do whatever he wants in the Godsfall Battlefield."
"However … ever since Lord Mo's realm fell, his personality has changed a lot. He hates the people around him and doesn't even want to have too much to do with his father. He has always been looking forward to one thing in his heart, and that is to heal his injuries."
"This is also why he can't wait to come to the Ancient Chaos."
"Then do you know how he knows about the Immortal Scepter?" Fang Chen asked.
The old beggar shook his head.
"I don't know. Perhaps he met other human cultivators in the Godsfall Battlefield."
Fang Chen raised his head and looked at the distant horizon. There was a terrifying crack in the void that was slowly closing. That was also the place where Lord Mo was cultivating in seclusion.
"Do you know what Lord Mo is doing now? What is his plan?" Fang Chen asked.
"Lord Mo's injuries seem to be getting better. He is in seclusion, trying to break through.
During this time, he told me not to act rashly and to pay attention to the Sacred Palace's movements. Everything will wait until he comes out of seclusion. "
"Oh?
Is that so? "
Suddenly, Fang Chen's eyes turned and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"If he recovers, he will be even more powerful. At that time, he will be even harder to deal with. Why don't we take advantage of his illness and kill him now?"
"Lord, you can't …"
The old beggar was a little anxious. "Lord Mo has a supreme treasure given to him by his father. If the attack fails, Lord Mo will definitely counterattack crazily.
Although you can escape unscathed, what about the other humans? "
No one could stop an expert comparable to the Emperor realm from going on a killing spree in the Ancient Chaos.
At that time, the Ancient Chaos would turn into hell.
However, no matter how the old beggar tried to persuade him, Fang Chen had already made his decision.