Mo Wanchou's eyes were also narrowed and cold.
This Yang Chen was already a dead man; what could he compare with him? It was absurd.
Lin Tianyi had always been hot-tempered. During the time in Shi Ye City, he had suppressed a bellyful of fire, and now he couldn't help but burst out, "Hmph, Mo Daoist friend, your strength is not weak, but when compared to Yang Chen, it shouldn't be difficult to judge who is stronger and who is weaker."
Mo Wanchou lazily said, "Elder Lin, you're mistaken. This matter of contests is originally about restraining each other. It can't be said that since I couldn't handle Xuan Zhen before and Yang Chen killed Xuan Zhen, it means that I am inferior to Yang Chen. However, I have to admit that I still have some confidence in fighting Yang Chen. After all, I have occupied the first place in the Daluo Celestial Stele for many years, and Yang Chen has not really taken away this precious seat."
