Not far away, the Imperial City.
Golden flames floated in the air, enveloping the entire city.
When Mo Ye walked out of the room, he looked up and saw Jin Hao at the city gate.
"Mo Ye, do you still remember the ten-year promise."
"Mo Ye, do you still remember the ten-year promise."
Jin Hao's voice kept echoing.
As if afraid Mo Ye would back out, numerous members of the Demon Clan in the Imperial City shouted along with him.
As soon as Mo Ye stepped out, Jin Hao's gaze instantly locked onto him.
Jin Hao floated in the air, looking at Mo Ye with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Mo Ye, the time for the ten-year promise has come. When will you fight me?"
Mo Ye raised his gaze, looking at him expressionlessly.
Jin Hao's voice grew colder: "Or are you scared?"
Under the Heavenly Dao Oath, Mo Ye must fight him.
But if Mo Ye insisted on delaying, the timing of this battle could be postponed a bit.
