Mo Wanli's heart was filled with shock and anger. Mo Yao, who was being protected, was even more incredulous.
She was like a criminal in the entire Mo Clan. Wherever she went, there would be people monitoring her, not to mention people secretly protecting her.
But what was going on now?
Mo Yao looked at the light screen that was protecting her. Her eyes were slightly red. This made her think of her father, who had always pampered her.
"Is father back?"
Mo Yao asked in surprise. Her gaze swept around the courtyard, hoping to see her father.
However, Mo Yao realized that other than Feng Hao and Mo Wanli, there was no one else in the courtyard.
"Could it be him?"
Mo Wanli looked at Feng Hao. Now, she had to seriously consider what Feng Hao had just said.
Although Feng Hao looked like an ordinary person, what he had just said was beyond the scope of what ordinary people could come into contact with.
"Who is it? Come out!"
Mo Wanli had even taken out his trump card, but he still couldn't break through the light screen that was as thin as a cicada's wing. While he was frightened, he thought of using his voice to attract the experts of the Mo Clan.
He felt especially aggrieved. He was a second-grade Wu Huang expert, but he couldn't even break through the light screen that had appeared out of nowhere.
It was like holding a stone in his hand, but he couldn't even break through an egg.
At the same time, the commotion here had also alarmed the experts of the Mo Clan. Instantly, more than ten figures came from the various courtyards of the Mo Clan and landed in the small courtyard.
When Fenghao saw these people coming over, with a thought, he dispersed the wisp of power of law he had condensed.
Then, Feng Hao saw Elder Mo among these people.
"What happened? What happened?"
Elder Mo seemed to have an extremely high prestige among this group of people. When he spoke, the others chose to remain silent.
Elder Mo's gaze first landed on Mo Yao, then Mo Wanli … and finally the insignificant Feng Hao.
Mo Yao looked at Elder Mo with hatred and said coldly, "You should ask your good grandson …"
Elder Mo's brows furrowed imperceptibly. He looked at Mo Wanli and said, "Speak!"
Thud!
Mo Wanli seemed to be very afraid of Elder Mo. After being shouted at by Elder Mo, he knelt on the ground.
"Grandpa, I … I just want this eyesore Mo Yao to scram, but … but there's someone secretly helping her …"
Mo Wanli didn't dare to hide anything, so he told him everything in detail.
"Really?"
Elder Mo turned his head and looked deeply at Mo Yao as a trace of a smile appeared in his eyes.
He felt that this was not someone secretly helping her. It was definitely a secret treasure left behind by Mo Wen Tian that was protecting Mo Yao.
"Mo Yao, I think you should hand it over … It's better for everyone," Elder Mo said.
Mo Yao said coldly, "Impossible …"
A cold glint flashed across Elder Mo's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. If it weren't for the fact that killing you would destroy the artifact, this old master would have killed you long ago …"
Mo Yao said with a sneer, "Since you already know, don't say such useless words!"
Elder Mo suddenly laughed and said, "But … don't act so fearless … it won't be long … perhaps this old man won't need your secret treasure. At that time … don't kneel and beg this old man."
Mo Yao's expression darkened and her eyes turned slightly red.
This was her clan …
She didn't expect that a collateral relative would threaten her, the young mistress of the Mo Clan, without the slightest bit of mercy.
The ways of the world were cruel. A person who had lost her father was helpless and had no one to rely on.
Following that, Elder Mo's gaze landed on Feng Hao and said, "What are you doing here?"
"According to Elder's instructions, monitoring the seventh young mistress of the Mo Clan," Feng Hao said.
"You …"
Elder Mo was stunned at that moment. What happened to being a quick-witted person? How could he be such an idiot?
At the same time, those people who came with Elder Mo were looking at him strangely.
They seemed to be thinking … What kind of people did this Elder Mo send over?
This was the seventh one …
Could it be that when any servant faced Mo Yao, they would become so dull?
That artifact had such a great magical power?
Mo Yao also looked at Feng Hao with some surprise at that moment. She didn't expect him to be so honest.
Wouldn't this embarrass Elder Mo in front of the other senior members of the Mo Clan …
The more Elder Mo thought about it, the more indignant he felt. Then, under everyone's gaze, he strode towards Feng Hao and slapped Feng Hao's head with his large hand like a praying mat.
The others smiled bitterly and shook their heads. Indeed, it was still that swift and decisive Elder Mo Zhuiyun.
However, just when everyone thought that Feng Hao was definitely going to die, the entire courtyard suddenly seemed to quiet down.
Then, there was a sudden burst of light from somewhere. Hence, everyone turned to look in the direction where Feng Hao and Elder Mo were.
Then, everyone stood rooted to the ground. They saw that the originally ordinary servant was actually strangling Mo Zhuiyun's neck with one hand.
"Ga ga …"
Mo Zhuiyun's face instantly turned red, while the jaws of the others dropped to the ground.
Their faces turned green. What was going on? Wasn't this a servant?
Why was he strangling Mo Zhuiyun, who was at the First Grade Mortal Saint Realm?
Most importantly … Mo Zhuiyun's two legs were now suspended in the air. After an intense struggle, the spiritual power in his body seemed to have disappeared.
Mo Yao's beautiful eyes widened in shock. At that moment … she suddenly understood everything that Feng Hao had said.
Perhaps … Feng Hao had personally experienced it. He had come from the Du Clan of Xieyang City and his objective was to enter the Mo Clan.
He had even mentioned Mo Wen Tian …
"You have met my father, haven't you?" Mo Yao suddenly became agitated.
Feng Hao suddenly exerted force in his hand. The void collapsed under his five fingers, and Mo Zhuiyun's neck was directly broken …
He didn't say a word until he died.
Feng Hao looked at Mo Yao and shook his head. "I have never met your father, but I need you to tell me about the relationship between Mo Wen Tian and the Mo Clan … This is your only choice."
Then, Feng Hao's gaze landed on the more than ten people. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the expressions of the more than ten experts changed abruptly.
Then, an invisible force squeezed and deformed their bodies. Then, they spat out God Devouring Elixirs from their mouths.
"As expected …" Feng Hao muttered softly.
He knew that he had not come to the wrong place. The Mo Clan was indeed a remnant of the Demon Thearch. It was obvious that the Mo Clan definitely had the demonic aura of a Demon Thearch's clone …
The few people suddenly became dried corpses after losing the God Devouring Elixirs. It was as though all the blood in their bodies had been sucked dry.
"Ah …"
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