"Damn it!"
In the distance, above the Heavenly Dao Palace, Xuanyuan Moxie saw Bei Chan Emperor being hindered and immediately gritted his teeth. He was being held off by Mo Xue Ming, unable to break free.
He really wanted to break away and go after Ye Chen, but in a duel between masters, each move was a matter of life and death. If someone could advance and retreat at will, they could easily kill their opponent. How could one come and go as they please?
"Emperor Yi Wen, didn't you say you were going to deal with Mo Xue Ming? Why haven't you made a move?"
Xuanyuan Moxie attacked with several moves but couldn't break free. He shouted sternly, glancing at Emperor Yi Wen.
At this moment, Emperor Yi Wen stood on the back of the Red Blood Thunder Crow, his gaze carrying a trace of bewilderment and shock.
