Mo Mingtian was taken aback by the words. Then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he laughed without restraint. His purple eyes fixed intently on Ye Chen, saying:
"Let me leave? You mean to say that you, a waste, have the ability to keep me here?"
Ye Chen looked at Mo Mingtian coldly, flipped his wrist, grasping the Slaughter Sword, and said with a sinister expression, "Whether I have the ability or not, you'll soon find out."
Seeing Ye Chen's expression, Mo Mingtian finally stopped laughing.
In the depths of his purple eyes, a faint trace of fear emerged. To be honest, the power of the Demon Suppression Hall was nothing against the entire Outer Heaven Demon Clan, yet he, Mo Mingtian, alone had no confidence in confronting it.
Mo Mingtian was not weak, yet there were many of Heavenly God Realm existence above the Demon Suppression Hall!
