"Haha, he is just the first level of the Immortal Realm."

“It’s not a violation of the rules to participate in the endless jihad?”

Hearing this, the faces of the patriarchs present suddenly became ugly.

Obviously, Wang Mang's great magical powers made them uneasy.

Even the tribe leaders of the three major tribes who were prepared before now have some doubts that their Holy Son is really Wang Mang's opponent?

...

At this time, six old men sat cross-legged here next to a tea table above the clan leader's pavilion.

Among them, an old man in a blue Taoist robe said slowly:

"Old Gu, you Mo tribe, really got an amazing young man!"

"It seems that the Mo tribe will last forever in the future with such terrifying strength and talent."

Hearing this, Mo Gu said with a smile:

"Haha, wherever you are, you're lucky."

After hearing Mo Gu's words, Ming Di's mouth twitched.

Then, he spoke with a jealous look on his face:

"How can the genius who left the name on the Supreme List of Leave Names be described by luck alone?"
Chapter completed!