There is potential, so what.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years and has killed many people with potential. Isn't that enough?

Thinking of this, Mo Tongfeng stopped, flashed in the air, and appeared above Mo Yunchui out of thin air, intending to take Mo Yunchui's life.

Mo Yunchui was bleeding from all his orifices at the moment. After seeing Mo Tongfeng appear, he showed a hint of sneer: "With people like you in the Mo family, the position of overlord will not last long..."

Mo Tongfeng's expression darkened: "You'd better take these words to the underworld and talk to the King of Hell!"

boom!

Mo Tongfeng shook it with one palm again.

That palm didn't have much momentum, but seemed extremely calm.

It was as calm as if time and space had frozen.

Mo Yunchui slowly closed his eyes and secretly said: "Mr. Ye, can you please take Qinglian away..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yunchui suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly, his mouth opened wide, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Ye Xuan appeared next to him, with one hand in his pocket and the other raised, his fingers like hooks clasped around Mo Tongfeng's neck.

Mo Yunchui could clearly see that there was a black jade ring on the thumb of Ye Xuan's right hand. Just a glance at it made him feel frightened.

Bang!

Mo Yun fell to the ground, staggered back, and finally stabilized, but his eyes were fixed on that scene.

Mo Tongfeng was pinched in Ye Xuan's hand.

No one saw clearly what just happened.

But this is not required.

Because the fact is that Mo Tongfeng, the ancestor of the Mo family, was directly grabbed by the throat by Ye Xuan.

Mo Tongfeng opened his mouth, his face turned red, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

"What do you think of me, this piece of trash?"
Chapter completed!