“I’m sure!” Su Mo nodded.
“confident?”
Hearing this, Ming Han shook his head slightly, and said: “You are just an ordinary martial artist in the late stage of the Martial Saint Realm, with low strength, don’t underestimate Young Master Wang Yue.
Ming Han didn’t think Su Mo’s strength was strong. After all, if he was a genius fighter, he wouldn’t be so confused.
“I won’t underestimate it!” Su Mo said in a deep voice.
“Okay then, let’s go!”
Ming Han didn’t say any more. Since Su Mo was confident, he didn’t have to worry about it. He greeted everyone and headed towards the ancient city of Wangyue again.
“Senior brother Ming Han, should we hide our identities?” Qu Yafei asked in a deep voice beside Ming Han.
“No, to deal with Xi Yuan in the Shenguang Temple, you must hide your identity, but Wangyuelou doesn’t need it!” Ming Han shook his head, indicating that going to Wangyuelou has nothing to do with the Batian Clan.
“En!” Qu Ya nodded.
In a short while, everyone came to the top of the ancient city of Wangwangyue, and below them was a huge building complex.
This group of buildings is all composed of towers, and each tower is hundreds of feet high, like ancient trees in the sky, in the ancient city of Wangyue.
Whoosh!
A figure flew up from the tower below. It was a fat young man in brocade clothes with a fair complexion.
“Brother Ming, why are you back?”
The young man came in front of Su Mo and the others, clasped his fists slightly at Ming Han, and asked puzzledly.
Before, he had just parted with Ming Han, and the other party actually came back. What’s the matter?
“Master Mochizuki, I’m looking for your father!” Ming Han said with a slight smile.
“So I’m looking for my father, please!” Mochizuki’s eyes flickered slightly, he gave Su Mo and the others a large look, and then waved to invite him.
“Ho ho, Ming Han Holy King is here, welcome!”
At this moment, a hearty laughter came from the tower below, and then a middle-aged man soared into the sky.
This person is a middle-aged man, his face is very similar to Mr. Mochizuki, his figure is also slightly fat, and he is wearing a fancy dress.
This person is none other than Mochizuki Louzhu, a saint-king powerhouse.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Mochizuki came in front of Ming Han.
“Minghan Holy King, please!” Mochizuki raised his arm, and also extended an invitation to Minghan.
“No need!” Seeing this, Ming Han smiled slightly, with an undetectable smile in his eyes.
“Why?” The Lord Wangyue and Mr. Wangyue were both slightly taken aback when they heard the words, not knowing why.
“Because you are already dead!”
Ming Leng laughed, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly flourished, and he punched out suddenly, and the sound of Mochizuki Louzhu.
With one punch, the thick fist formed a huge piece of solid ice, and attacked and killed Wangyue Louzhu.
At the same time, the temperature of the entire Moon Moon Ancient City suddenly plummeted, like the Nine Nether Hell, bitingly cold.
Mochizuki’s body was frozen almost instantly, and he had no time to react.
boom!
With a loud bang, the fist turned into solid ice, and hit Lou Wangyue’s body fiercely, like a meteor hitting the ground.
The explosion shook the sky, the ice shards were rubbish, and Mochizuki had no strength to resist. Under the bombardment of Quan Mang, he turned into debris, shot in all directions, and scattered between the sky and the earth.
And the buildings of the Wangyue Tower below, under the impact of countless ice shards, also collapsed one after another, screaming and screaming.
hiss! hiss! hiss!
Three gasps sounded at the same time, Qu Ya, Luo Rong, and Jian Zhong were shocked and their eyes widened.
one strike!