However, after Ye Fan appeared, everything changed.
He steals all the attention, he takes all the resources.
And he, Mo Wuya, was completely reduced to a foil.
All these years, the world only knew that Chu Tianfan was born in Yanxia, but who still remembers the stunningly talented Mo Wuya back then?
For so long, Mo Wuya has been living in Ye Fan’s shadow.
He watched him smash the Japanese kingdom, watched him become famous in the hot summer, watched him receive titles, watched him reach the top of the list, and shocked the world.
As a Yanxia person, perhaps he should be proud and happy to see such a monstrous and strong man in his country.
But Mo Wuya was not happy at all.
All he has is endless loss and inferiority complex.
Why?
They are all the same age, they all came from hot summers, and they even stood on the same starting line back then.
But why, he can be so dazzling!
It was so dazzling that Mo Wuya felt that he was a waste!
Over the years, Mo Wuya has always wanted a chance, a chance to step on Chu Tianfan.
Not for revenge, just to prove himself to Chu Tianfan.
He, Mo Wuya, is not a waste!
He, Mo Wuya, will step on your head one day.
And now, the opportunity has come.
Relying on himself, he might not be able to defeat Ye Fan.
However, with Chen Jiuzhou, Fenghou Mu Zihua, and the support of these two people, Mo Wuya finally has the energy to wrestle with Ye Fan head-on!
“Chu Tianfan, the grievance between you and me started in Japan, so let it end in Jiangdong.”
In the hall, Mo Wuya stood with his hands behind his back.
A low, misty voice echoed in all directions.
He stood in front of the window, watching the wind and clouds outside, and the traffic flow.
The state of mind of the whole person is also empty and distant.
Perhaps because of his good mood, Mo Wuya found that the clouds in the distant sky were all rushing towards him.
However, looking at it, Mo Wuya felt that something was wrong.
“Um?”
“Not a cloud”
“It’s a human!”
At that moment, Mo Wuya’s pupils shrank suddenly, his feet stepped on the ground, and his figure quickly retreated.
“Mr. Mo, what’s the matter?”
“What happened?”
Mo Wuya’s strangeness caused Zhao Hongyuan behind him to be puzzled.
He stepped forward to ask.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hongyuan resolutely discovered that a faint blue flame had risen from under him.
Zhao Hongyuan was suddenly frightened.
He immediately fell to the ground, kept rolling on the ground, and shouted, Mr. Mo, save me.
However, it was too late.
The orchid flames, the less they are, the more prosperous they are.