"Another one is dead!"
Inside Taifeng City, the crowd was constantly focused on the events in the Triple Heaven.
Six prodigies from the Northern Desolate were besieging Mo Wangchen, all young kings at the third stage of the Ancient God Realm.
However, at this moment, after battling for so long, not only were they unable to kill Mo Wangchen, but two among them had already died at Mo Wangchen's hands.
"Let me do it!"
With the second person dead, Wu Qiyue was furious, feeling greatly humiliated.
Six people battling Mo Wangchen, despite having similar cultivation levels, they still appeared so strained, and there seemed to be a feeling of being counter-killed. For him, it was simply a disgrace.
With a cold shout, Wu Qiyue spat out a drop of essence blood, and an ancient copper bell appeared in his hand.
He hurled the copper bell, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded, covering the Heavenly Vault, standing in the sky like a mountain with an astonishing might.
