"Son!" Qingyu didn't expect Chu Mo to be so impulsive, directly charging into the ranks of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Her face turned pale with worry.
Chu Tianji also took a deep breath. After so many years of battle, he knew too well the foundation of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Chu Mo rushing in like this was practically courting death.
Several Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan were equally panicked, dashing toward the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Even if heavily injured, they had to bring Chu Mo back!
If anything happened to Chu Mo, there would be unimaginable chaos!
The entire Imperial Clan—who didn't know how important Chu Mo was? If even the side branches of the Imperial Clan, with their determination to kill him, understood his significance, how could they not?
These Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan couldn't help but silently criticize Chu Mo, thinking that he was too reckless, truly young and unaware of the immensity of the heavens!
