"Saint? It's actually an existence at the Saint Realm?"
"As expected…to be able to pierce through the Silver Moon Cauldron with a single strike, it definitely can't be just a Dao Execution King!”
"To possess such strength at such a young age, this child's future is probably unimaginable!”
"It's not just the future. The current him is enough for us to look up to!”
Han Mo personally confirmed it, which shocked the officials once again.
A saint.
This was an existence that even the Silver Moon Empire had to look up to…
A mere child had actually achieved it.
Countless people had complicated looks in their eyes. They felt that their years of cultivation had gone to waste.
Some of the officials and the four patriarchs sensed something different.
"That shouldn't be…"
"The four great ancestors of the Silver Moon Empire are all on Yue 'er's side, and there's also the Sage-level Nezha.”
"On Han Mo's side, there are only six Dao Slaying Kings and Xian San Dao Slaying Kings.”
"Where did he get the confidence to do this?”
In the necklace space that carried the Cyan Emperor, the Cyan Emperor's beautiful eyes flickered with puzzlement.
The current situation was better than she had imagined. Not only did Han Yue obtain the support of the four ancestors, but she could also obtain more cultivation resources.
They could even kill Han Mo and take over the entire Silver Moon Dynasty!
However, she could not understand Han Mo's attitude.
Was Han Mo really confident, or had he gone mad in despair?
Cyan Emperor's beautiful eyes moved. He believed that a formidable person like Han Mo would not collapse so easily.
Then…
What kind of confidence did he have to endure such a desperate situation?
" Han Mo!?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Kneel down and kowtow to Nezha now. Perhaps you can still keep your life!”
Han Mo's words caused the Second Patriarch to roar. The sound waves spread and shook the nine heavens.
His aura surged and pressed down on Han Mo.
Han Fei was already dead…
Han Mo was more or less a descendant of the royal family.
If it was not necessary, they did not want to see the royal bloodline fall again.
"Crazy?"
"Hahahaha! Hahaha!"
Han Mo curled his lips and laughed disdainfully. He pointed at the four patriarchs and said fiercely,"
"This king did not! This king is very clear-headed! When did the four of you become the lackeys of outsiders?”
After experiencing the initial Annihilation of All Thoughts, Han Mo suddenly realized...
There seemed to be a genius more terrifying than Han Fei in front of him!
He had reached the Saint Realm at the age of less than five. If he could take him in as his foster son, the entire Samsara Sect would probably respect him!
His gaze gradually became amiable. He revealed what he thought was the most cordial smile and said to An Lan,
"Little doll, is your name Nezha?”
"What a good name. Do you want to consider being this king's good son?”
"Raging…"
Endless Red Karmic Fire Lotus bloomed.
A fiery dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, bringing with it a wave of heat as it whistled through the sky.
"Buzz…"
The Silver Moon Cauldron glowed brightly and protected Han Mo.
The fire dragon roared and its claws flashed. The surface of the Silver Moon Cauldron trembled.
But in the end, under Han Mo's full control, there was no visible damage.
"Be my father?"
"Are you even worthy?"
Stepping on the Firestorm Wheels and holding the Fire Spear, An Lan's small face was covered in frost.
Its big evil eyes stared at Han Mo in disdain.
How could a mere Immortal Three Dao Slash be compared to Nezha's father, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?
Although Li Jing's performance in the Investiture of the Gods was very unbearable.
But to be able to become the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King of the celestial heavens and lead the army, how could he be ordinary?
Not to mention, An Lan's Nezha had already reached 60% progress, which was enough to crush Han Mo!
He held the Fire-tipped Spear tightly in his right hand and retracted it slightly. The speed of the Firestorm Wheels under his feet increased rapidly.
The raging flames left a charred mark that could not be healed for a long time.
An Lan turned into a shooting star that streaked across the sky. She tore through the air and shot out with endless heat waves.
"Merely an ant!"
"You dare to talk to my father! Compared to Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?"
"Go to hell!"
His roar reverberated through the sky, and the flames spread for thousands of meters.
Wrapped in flames, An Lan crashed down like a meteor.
The sharp edge of the Fire-tipped Spear pierced the surrounding space, causing an ear-piercing low hum.
Panic!
The pressure of the Saint Realm slowed Han Mo down.
His heart was filled with a huge sense of oppression.
Han Mo's pupils constricted as he looked at the rapidly approaching Flaming Meteor. He panicked!
Saints…
Was this the fear of facing a Saint?
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