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At this time, in the patriarch's pavilion.

Looking at the Holy Son of the Underworld who was like a dead dog, the five tribe leaders were silent.

Obviously, they all saw the status of the Holy Son of the Underworld at this time.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Holy Son of the Underworld will be useless.

In the days to come, he will live in the shadow of Wang Mang forever.

Mo Yang, who was different from other patriarchs, had a smile between his eyebrows and said happily:

"Brother Ming seems that your Nether clan is about to establish a saint son again."

"It's also a big blame for Wang Mang for being too ignorant and not knowing to show mercy by his subordinates."

"Don't worry, I will definitely teach him well after this endless holy war."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Nether tribe glanced at him calmly and said indifferently:

"Haha, I would like to thank Wang Mang wherever I go."
Chapter completed!