Old Mo instantly froze when he heard Qin Wentian’s words.
What status did he have? He was the Clan Lord of the Mo Clan, Mo Qingcheng’s granddad, the strongest cultivator in Chu below the Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns. Qin Wentian, a youth with mediocre talent actually dared to talk this way to him?
"What did you just say?" Old Mo’s countenance was extremely unsightly. He was already in a terrible mood after what happened to Qingcheng, and now with the impudence Qin Wentian was showing him, how could he tolerate it? Involuntarily, a terrifying pressure emanated forth from him.
"If you don’t dare to kill him, I’ll do it. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way." Qin Wentian was still coldly staring at Old Mo. He naturally understood that there was only one reason why Old Mo didn’t dare to kill Hua Xiaoyun.
Old man Mo feared Hua Xiaoyun’s background. Even when he knew Hua Xiaoyun was the one that led Mo Qingcheng into this state, he still didn’t dare to kill him.