Published: February 3, 2025
“Do you really think you deserve to be known by him?”
As soon as Meng Tianhui finished speaking, Mo Li coldly retorted, his eyes filled with disdain.
Meng Tianhui's expression immediately darkened, filled with anger. He was a holy son of the Heaven Clan and had never been treated with such disregard. However, recalling Mo Li's terrifying ability to instantly slay Xie Sha, he could only suppress his fury and remain silent.
Although Xie Sha’s easy defeat might have been due to underestimation, Meng Tianhui estimated that even he might not be a match for Mo Li given the latter's overwhelming power.
With this thought in mind, he began to contemplate retreating and immediately cupped his fists, saying, “Since you gentlemen have taken this place, I shall take my leave.”
After speaking, he turned to leave, while the Great Sage of the Giant Pans beside him also clasped his hands and prepared to depart, not wanting to stay even a moment longer in the presence of Mo Li's terrifying prowess.
However, Mo Li calmly remarked, “You two certainly have a lot of freedom, able to come and go as you please.”
After saying this, Mo Li put away Xie Sha's spatial treasure and calmly stared at the two, as if indicating he would strike should they make any move.
The expressions of Meng Tianhui and the Great Sage shifted. Although they knew they were unlikely to be Mo Li's opponents, his words felt overly oppressive.
After all, they were both peak emperor-level figures, renowned in the cosmic sea, yet they were being restricted from even leaving this place. This was utterly excessive.
What was even more infuriating than Mo Li's words was his calm and condescending gaze, as if looking at mere ants. When had they ever faced such humiliation?
Beside them, Poseidon had also recovered from his earlier shock. He looked incredulously at Kabul and asked, “Kabul, are these two your friends?”
What Mo Li had demonstrated earlier was terrifying, even to Poseidon. He had once ventured into the Wasteland of All Gods with Kabul’s sister and a group of people, and Kabul’s sister was said to be the strongest Heavenly Prodigy of the Star Beast Clan.
Yet now, Kabul’s two companions were so formidable that even the Heaven Clan's Meng Tianhui dared not leave in their presence. This was beyond what could be described by mere peak emperor level.
Hearing Poseidon's question, Kabul jumped in fright, “Don’t say that, they are not my friends!”
“Not your friends?” Poseidon was taken aback.
“Yes, they are both my Lords. How could I, Kabul, have the ability to be friends with these two esteemed figures? Please be mindful of what you say!” Kabul was drenched in cold sweat.
These two were beings who could contend with divine emperors; how could he, with his identity, dare to befriend them? If he angered them, a single slap could easily end him—it would be too unfair.
Meanwhile, Meng Tianhui had not considered Kabul's words at all. His expression darkened as he coldly addressed Mo Li, “What do you mean by that, Sir? Are you trying to forcibly keep me here? I am Meng Tianhui, not just a holy son of the Heaven Clan but also a future heir. Even as an ordinary member of the Heaven Clan, I will not be threatened by you.”
After saying this, Meng Tianhui unleashed his aura, and the surrounding space rippled visibly from his presence.
An ominous force of fate surged between heaven and earth.
Mo Li scoffed coldly; although Meng Tianhui's aura was impressive, the power he unleashed fell far short. The so-called heir of the Heaven Clan was merely trying to save face to instill fear in others. To put it bluntly, he was nothing but a paper tiger.
Having previously witnessed Qin Chen's aura of fate, Mo Li couldn't help but laugh at the one emanating from Meng Tianhui.
“You're right, this emperor does want to keep you here. What can you do about it?” Mo Li had no interest in idle chatter. He found it absurd that a mere peak emperor dared to act tough before him.