In the Mo Clan.
There were three cultivators sitting in the living room. One of them was the ancestor of the Xiang Clan, Xiang Hongtu, whom Lin Feng had met before.
There were two other people. The first one looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He wore a Taoist robe and was called Taoist Yuan Zhen.
The other person looked to be in his forties. He had a square face and looked very dignified. He was called Chu Dongchen and was an expert from the Chu Clan of the Void Continent.
The Void Continent was adjacent to the Snow Continent and was located in the north of the Snow Continent.
Although the Chu Clan of the Void Continent was only from the Primordial Era, after the Middle Ages, the Chu Clan of the Void Continent had produced many top-notch experts. Therefore, their power had grown rapidly. Even the Primordial Era didn't dare to underestimate the Chu Clan of the Void Continent.
Lin Feng followed Grandmother Feng Li to this place. The three important people inside didn't even come out to greet her.
Lin Feng was a bit annoyed. These people were obviously looking down on Grandmother Feng Li.
However, Grandmother Feng Li didn't seem to care.
As for what Grandmother Feng Li was thinking, Lin Feng didn't know.
"Grandmother Feng Li is here."
Seeing Grandmother Feng Li enter the living room, the three people nodded and didn't stand up to greet her.
Granny Feng Li didn't say anything, she just looked for a place to sit down. Lin Feng sensed that someone was looking at him in an ice-cold way. He turned around and saw that it was Xiang Zijie, who was standing behind Xiang Hong Tu.
Lin Feng sneered. It was fine if this person didn't provoke him, but if he did, he wouldn't mind killing him.
"Since everyone is here, we should discuss the matter of going to the Frigid Ice Lake," said Taoist Yuan Zhen.
Grandmother Feng Li said, "There's one more person who will be here soon."
Xiang Hongtu, Taoist Yuan Zhen, and Chu Dongchen frowned and said, "Who else? Could it be Grandmother Feng Li's friend? "
"He's not a friend, but I know that he'll be here." Grandmother Feng Li looked up and said.
Just as Grandmother Feng Li finished speaking, a voice came from outside, "I heard that you're all planning to fight the Snow Flood Dragon. I have the same intention."
"Impudent! Do you think the Mo Clan is a place you can just casually barge in?"
With a cold shout, the Mo Clan Patriarch led dozens of Mo Clan experts to surround the two people who had just landed in the courtyard.
"So it's you, you sickly ghost. How dare you barge into my Mo Clan? Do you want to die?" Mo Yu, who was in the crowd, suddenly sneered. He remembered that these two people had come to the Longling Inn and were chased away by him.
"It's them …" Lin Feng was shocked. It was actually that pair of uncle and nephew. Lin Feng had seen them at the Dragon Tomb Inn before. They had been chased out by Mo Yu.
"Granny, who is that sickly cultivator?" Lin Feng asked.
Granny Feng Li shook her head. "I don't know him, but he's definitely not a simple person."
Lin Feng nodded and looked outside.
At this moment, the young master said, "A small Mo Clan dares to be so arrogant? What a laughable family. "
"You dare to humiliate my Mo Family? I don't care if he's dead or alive, take him down. " The patriarch of the Mo Clan shouted coldly.
A group of Mo Clan experts rushed towards the pair of uncle and nephew.
From their point of view, the older cultivator's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
With such a condition, even if his cultivation level was very high, he probably wouldn't be able to use much of his battle strength.
However, the sickly cultivator only took one step forward.
Everyone from the Mo Clan seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and they all knelt on the ground.
Including the patriarch of the Mo Clan.
The patriarch of the Mo Clan was a cultivator at the third Heavenly Layer of the Creation Realm, but he didn't even have the strength to resist.
It was only now that the Mo Clan members realized how terrifying the sickly cultivator was.
Many people's faces turned pale, afraid that they would be killed by the sickly cultivator.
Mo Yu thought about how he had chased this pair of uncle and nephew away, and he was so scared that his whole body trembled.
"How strong!"
Lin Feng was shocked. Perhaps because the sickly cultivator had been sick for too long, Lin Feng felt that a gust of wind could blow him away.
However, Lin Feng didn't think that the sickly cultivator would be so strong.
"Huh? Your Excellency, you seem to have gone too far. "
Xiang Hongtu's face suddenly sank. As the saying went, one had to look at the master before beating the dog.
The Mo Clan was dependent on the Xiang Clan. Now that the Mo Clan's experts were all kneeling on the ground, Xiang Hongtu's face naturally didn't look good.
The sickly cultivator said, "If I didn't give the Xiang Clan some face, these people would already be dead."
"Impudent!"
Xiang Hongtu's face suddenly sank. Originally, the old man's body was lifeless and gave people the feeling that he was about to die. However, at this moment, his body seemed to explode like a flood, and an aura that caused the void to tremble surged out.
In the next moment, Xiang Hongtu disappeared from the hall.
He appeared in front of the sickly cultivator and used the 'Overlord Fist' to attack him.
"I've long heard of the power of the Xiang Clan's Overlord Fist. Today, I'll experience it for myself."
The sickly cultivator's expression was indifferent. He waved his right fist and swept it towards Xiang Hongtu.
Behind him, the phantom of a Demon God appeared.
This was the Demon God's Fist.
* Bang … *
It was as if two ancient divine mountains had collided, and the ground cracked.
Xiang Hongtu was forced to take a step back.
"Too strong, really too strong. This person's body is heavily injured, but he still forced Xiang Hongtu to retreat."
Lin Feng was shocked.
Cough, cough, cough …
After attacking once, the sickly cultivator coughed violently.
His face became even paler. This attack seemed to have affected his injuries, and his body's condition was getting worse.
"Uncle …" The young man looked at the sickly cultivator worriedly.
"I won't die yet, don't worry," the sickly cultivator smiled.
"Who are you?" Xiang Hongtu's expression was gloomy.
"Jin Daoyan of the Demon Clan!"
…
The sickly cultivator said.
"What? You're Jin Daoyan of the Demon Clan! "
Everyone was shocked.
Even Granny Feng Li stood up.
"Grandma, who is he? Is he famous? " Lin Feng asked doubtfully.
"He's the Golden-Winged Great Roc King of the Demon Clan!" Grandma Feng Li said.
Boom …
Hearing the words Golden-Winged Roc King, Lin Feng felt like his head was about to explode.
What a thunderous name.
The Demon Clan had two extremely young Sovereigns.
One of them was the Peacock Sacred Lord.
Lin Feng had seen the Peacock Sacred Lord in action in the Misty Forest.
More than ten ancient powerhouses surrounded the Peacock Sacred Lord.
The Peacock Sacred Lord sent an ancient powerhouse flying with a punch.
His demonic aura was truly vast and mighty.
As for the Demon Clan's Sovereign who was as famous as the Peacock Sacred Lord, it was the Golden-Winged Roc King.
Eight hundred years ago, the two of them were known as the two peerless geniuses of the Demon Clan. They were young, but their cultivations were incredible.
Lin Feng didn't expect this sickly cultivator to be the Golden-Winged Roc King.
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