Get out of Feng City!
The eyes of the three Emperor Realm old men widened, and they looked extremely nervous.
The old lady's gaze made them feel suffocated.
One had to know that Mo Chi, a Fifth Stage Emperor, was actually beaten to the ground by a single palm.
This old lady was so terrifying!
Drip!
Cold sweat dripped down Mo Xian's forehead. He looked at the hole under his feet in horror. Through the hole, he could see Mo Chi lying at the bottom of the building.
Why?
Mo Xian couldn't understand. Zhong Anze clearly said that the Zheng Clan didn't have any Emperor-level experts. The strongest forces in the Southern Region were Ning Wu, Nan Ao, and Bei Ao, as well as the Four Great Sect.
Therefore, after coming to Feng City, he had never treated the Zheng Clan seriously.
This old lady, who appeared out of nowhere, beat his fourth old ancestor to the ground. Who exactly was this old lady?
"Se … Senior … I'm Mo Chi, an elder of the Mo Luo Nation. I just arrived in the Southern Region, and I don't know how I offended you. Please forgive me."
Mo Chi, who was lying on the ground, moved twice and flew back while enduring the pain. When he opened his mouth, a broken tooth slipped out of his mouth. He lowered his posture and no longer dared to raise his head and chest.
His heart trembled. The power that suppressed him just now was at the peak of the Eighth Stage Emperor Realm.
Just a little bit more and she would enter the Nine-Star Great Emperor Realm.
As a middle-level Great Emperor, he could only struggle for a while at most. Even if he struggled, it would be useless.
There were still terrifying existences in the Southern Region.
Qin Hao laughed secretly. The people of Mo Luo Nation bullied the weak and feared the strong.
They probably didn't know that the old lady in front of them was Senior Mo Ying of the Night Luo Palace.
Senior Mo Ying ignored Mo Chi and continued, "Apologize to the person beside me."
Creak!
Mo Xian clenched his fists. If he still couldn't tell that the old lady was acting for Qin Hao, then he would be a prince for nothing.
But the word 'apologize' was really hard to say.
"Junior Mo Xian shouldn't have wantonly played the zither in the city. Moreover, I shouldn't have sat so high up while playing the zither. I have disturbed your peaceful cultivation. Please forgive me." Mo Xian cupped his hands towards Old Senior Ying.
"Brat, are you pretending to be confused? Are you not putting me in your eyes?"
Senior Ying's sharp eyes were glaring angrily as she spat out sound waves from her mouth. It was as if thousands of nightingales had descended upon Feng City, blotting out the sky and covering the sun. A burst of shrill cries pierced people's eardrums.
Mo Chi, Mo Xian, and the three Mara Emperors clutched their hair and swayed madly. It was as if their souls and brains were being torn apart by the sound. Countless nightingales appeared in their minds, their claws like barbs, tearing and gnawing at their brains.
"Xian 'er."
Mo Chi was the first to reprimand Mo Xian. The higher one's cultivation, the more intense the stimulation. He knew that this was the power of Emperor Will.
An expert who was about to step into the Nine Star Great Emperor realm had terrifying Emperor Will. It wasn't something they could withstand.
"I apologize. I shouldn't have sent people to barge into other people's residences. I shouldn't have maliciously hurt people. I shouldn't have been arrogant and looked down on other people's dignity for no reason. It's all my fault. Please forgive me, Senior."
Mo Xian desperately covered his ears with his hands. Blood flowed through the gaps between his fingers, but it was no use. At this moment, he felt as if his brain was about to explode. There were countless birds tearing at his flesh.
Plop!
Unable to bear it, Mo Xian knelt on one knee before Qin Hao.
This cry of 'kneel' shattered the hearts of all the Mo Luo martial artists.
Immediately, the ear-piercing screams that made people wish they were dead disappeared.
"Scram. Don't let me see you in Feng City."
Qin Hao's eyes were red. If it wasn't for the fact that killing Mo Xian would bring trouble to the Zheng Clan, his sword wouldn't have just shattered a zither.
Attacking Xiao Han meant paying with his life.
"You …" Mo Xian gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
"Xian 'er, let's go!"
Mo Chi didn't dare to linger. With a wave of his hand, white gold Emperor Qi enveloped Mo Xian's group, as well as all the Mara cultivators in Phoenix Fragrance Brothel. They turned into light spots and disappeared into the distant sky.
"Zheng Qingchi, I, Mo Xian, will remember the humiliation you brought to Feng City today. When the signs appear, we will meet again." An angry roar came from afar.
If it wasn't for his face, if Mo Xian hadn't only used his zither spirit, the white-haired cultivator wouldn't have been able to step in front of him. Not to mention five meters, he wouldn't even be able to get close to ten meters.
He hated him.
This debt wasn't over yet.
Qin Hao looked in the direction of the voice and curled his lips in disdain. From his words, it was obvious that Mo Xian wasn't convinced.
But who didn't have a trump card?
If they competed with their second Origin Spirit, once Qin Hao activated his dragon spirit, Mo Xian would lose even more miserably.
Moreover, he still had his third Origin Spirit.
Mo Xian had only used his zither spirit, but Qin Hao hadn't?
Was it his fault that his zither music couldn't disturb his mind?
With a demigod body and the Art of Endless Samsara, Qin Hao wasn't any weaker than first level emperor realm. When he activated his Crimson Lotus Tyrannical Fire and wielded the Void Sword, tearing apart Mo Xian's zither spirit was a piece of cake.
"Ptooey, a sore loser." Qin Hao spat.
"Young Master Qin, this is a sign of danger. Previously, there was the Xuanyuan Clan, the Herbal Medicine Hall, and the Spirit Beast Sect. Now, the Scorching Sun Temple and the Music Palace are eyeing us covetously. Today, we provoked the people of the Mo Luo Kingdom. You must be careful when Ning Hong and I are not here." Granny Ying's weathered face revealed a worried expression.
"Don't worry, senior. You and the Night Monarch aren't here, but the old fogeys behind them aren't either."
Qin Hao smiled. Granny Ying and the Night Demon Emperor were both old Yuan Emperors. Their seniority was slightly higher than Xuanyuan Wutian and Ning Cangsong's. There was nothing wrong with calling them seniors.
"But you're of noble status and have great ambitions …"
"Aiya, Granny Ying, what are you worried about?
They're pretty strong, but they lost to my big brother in the end.
Besides, Big Brother Qing Chi and I are here.
And Que 'er, Brother Gou, Ah Hei, Huang, and Sister Xiao Han. We're not afraid of them, are we, big brother? "Tsiogua jumped over and winked at Qin Hao proudly.
Qin Hao gave him a thumbs up.
"It's good to be young."
Granny Ying smiled warmly as if recalling some memories. She looked at the sky warmly and said, "Anyway, it's better to be careful. Oh right, there will be a surprise in a few days."
After saying that, Granny Ying mysteriously disappeared.
"Surprise?" Qin Hao was startled.
"What surprise? What surprise? Can you tell me more?" Tsiogua shouted anxiously, but he didn't get a response from Granny Ying.
Qin Hao and Tsiogua looked at each other, speechless.
"Ahem, I haven't seen you for a year. Your cultivation has improved a lot." At this time, Zhou Wudao flew over and looked at Qin Hao.
"I didn't have enough fun fighting with Mo Xian. Why don't we have another battle while it's still hot?" Qin Hao said coldly.
"This …" Zhou Wudao's mouth twitched. "Another day. The wind was strong and the weather in the Southern Region was humid. I caught a cold on the ship and I'm still dizzy. If you win, it won't be an honorable victory, right?
Let's fight another day, another day … "
In the battle between Qin Hao and Mo Xian, both of them only used one strand of soul power. In fact, they didn't show their true strength. Zhou Wudao didn't dare to rashly fight with Qin Hao without knowing his opponent's full strength.
After all, even in the battle of soul power, Qin Hao had suppressed Mo Xian. Zhou Wudao and Mo Xian were about the same. Zhou Wudao was slightly stronger, but not by much.
If they really fought, he wasn't afraid of Qin Hao. The key was … that arrow was too terrifying. He still had a shadow in his heart. He didn't want to repeat the scene of the Emperor Martial Competition. If he was scared away again, it would be more humiliating than Mo Xian running out of Feng City.
(Education 123 Literature Network)