Elder Mo heavily fell to the ground, his face full of shock as he looked around, his hand supporting himself on the ground, blood slowly seeping out.
Su Tong and the others gratefully looked at Ye Tian, knowing it must have been Ye Tian who made a move. Otherwise, the blow from Elder Mo just now would have easily killed him.
"Who exactly is it."
"If you've got the guts, come out. Don't sneak around behind us."
Elder Mo wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, a deep crack extending from his neck all the way to his stomach inside his clothes.
However, Elder Mo secretly used spiritual energy to repair it. Unfortunately, although the bleeding stopped, the wound couldn't be stitched up.
"It's too terrible, there are masters here."
"Impossible, Su Tong is just a businessman, how would he have the qualification to invite such a strong person."
"Who exactly is it? Could it be someone from the Divine Martial Pavilion?"
