"Since you wanted someone from my Profound Origin Immortal Sect to kneel, I will not make things too difficult for you. For the next day and night, the two of you shall kneel right here."
Mo Qingyuan's expression was indifferent.
With a wave of his hand, a powerful surge of true yuan swept over Li Yun and the other three. In the next instant, they disappeared from the spot.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Mo Qingyuan disappear, Luo Tianheng could finally speak.
Before this, under the pressure of Mo Qingyuan's aura, he had not even been able to open his mouth.
His eyes were filled with extreme malice as he roared, "Bastard! I will never reconcile with you."
"Shut up."
Before he could finish speaking, the golden-robed elder slapped him and roared, "You idiot. Who do you think you are talking about? Forget about me, even the sect elders would not dare speak to Lord Mo Qingyuan like that. Are you tired of living?"
"What?"
The golden-robed elder's words left Luo Tianheng completely stunned.
