"If you don't try, how will you know if it's possible or not?"
Mo Wangchen stood with a coffin on his back, quietly positioned where he was. His gaze met Tang Yue's, and killing intent flared.
"Ridiculous..."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yue couldn't help but smirk.
The Divine King Body is indeed invincible among its contemporaries, having repeatedly suppressed many Saint Level geniuses, capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with an Emperor.
But to someone like a Demigod, Mo Wangchen now was nothing more than insignificant.
When he said he intended to kill him, not only did Tang Yue find it laughable, but many of the surrounding Cultivators who had come to watch shook their heads as well.
Clearly, to everyone present, Mo Wangchen attempting to kill Tang Yue, a Demigod, was something absolutely impossible.
"Condense!"
