Moke Holy Mountain, under the Moksha Enlightenment Tree.
Still, two figures sat cross-legged, precisely the two overlords of the Moke Holy Dynasty: Moke Saint King and Saint King Mogar.
However, both Saint Kings no longer had their past calmness and wisdom in hand. Instead, their faces were grave, worried, and on guard against a formidable enemy.
"Ancestor, is that guy really that strong?"
Although the news had been around for a long time, Saint King Mogar still couldn't believe it. In his mind, the god-like Ancestor had actually been defeated by an unknown boy.
This was unacceptable to him!
"Until you've battled him, you can never understand his might!"
Moke Saint King's three faces all showed a bitter smile, and his eyes still harbored dissatisfaction: "A physical body comparable to a Chaotic Supreme Treasure, just a rolling mass, coupled with the Dao of Time controlling time, makes him hard to kill unless with a fatal blow.
