He had just heard of Sikong Hanxing's attack on the Cangkeng Sect, which made him extremely angry. Therefore, the first moment he learned the news, he found Dongfang Pojun.

Jun Mochen represented the East China Sea God Pavilion to the extreme northern cold domain. He had promised to ensure the safety of Jun Xie and others, but now he was slapped loudly!

"Okay, don't be so excited." In contrast to Leng Ao's anger, Dongfang Pojun just chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't be excited? How can you not be excited! Jun Mochen represents the divine pavilion to explore the extreme northern cold domain. If he comes back and knows the current situation, what should he think?"

Leng Ao looked at Dongfang Pojun, but his expression did not change at all.

In his opinion, when the God Pavilion put down his words and wanted to protect the Jun Mansion, Sikong Hanxing still dared to take action openly, which was an unforgivable thing!

Even if he was to be killed, the one from the Wu Sect would probably not be able to say anything.

After all, this time, it was Sikong Hanxing who was in the wrong position.

"No need to think about it, he's here."

Dongfang Pojun slowly stood up and looked at the sky somewhere in the west.

"Come?"

The excitement on Leng Ao's face froze for a moment, and he was stunned.

"boom!"

In an instant, an extremely harsh sound of breaking through the air was a snow-white light swooping down from the void. This light broke through the layers of inscription barriers blocked by the outside world, causing the entire East China Sea God Pavilion to fall into panic.

“That’s…”

Looking at the white dot that was constantly approaching, Leng Ao saw a slightly familiar face.

"Boom!"

The terrifying roar made the entire East China Sea God Pavilion shake.

The snow-white figure fell directly between a square in front of the hall.

At this time, many powerful men from the Divine Pavilion were alarmed and gathered together. They all looked at the young man standing on the body of a huge white tiger with a solemn look on his face.

The boy was wearing a golden robe, with majestic eyebrows and eyes, like obsidian, shining with a scorching look.

"Dongfang Pojun, come out for me."

Jun Mochen's voice exploded in the square coldly.

All the strong men's pupils have condensed.

"Bold boy, you dare to call the title of the Pavilion Master!"

"Who is the little guy who comes to my God Pavilion to play wild?"

"Wait, this young man... seems to be a bit similar to the newly established Holy Son of the Star Clan, Jun Mo Chen?" A series of sounds spread around him, either containing rage or a little surprised.

After all, this place is the land of the East China Sea God Pavilion, symbolizing the supreme authority of the God Pavilion. However, no one has ever dared to cause trouble here, and now this young man dares to act like this...

"roar!"

The white tiger under Jun Mochen's seat let out a fierce roar. The terrifying sound wave made many disciples around him pale and they took several steps back.

"Jun Mochen, what are you doing?"

At this time, a figure wearing a red long skirt walked out, it was the sycamore tree.

Wutong looked at Jun Mochen with a puzzled look on her face. She really couldn't figure out what Jun Mochen was going to do.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Jun Mochen said indifferently, but his eyes were still looking at the palace: "Dongfang Pojun, I will say it again last time. If you don't come out again, I will pacify your East Sea God Pavilion."

"What a big tone, I actually said that I wanted to calm my Donghai God Pavilion. I want to see what you have!"

A young elder was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at Jun Mochen with a palm and slapped him down.

This person's cultivation is not as good as Leng Ao. He is just like the third and fourth levels of the Divine Palace Realm. He should be an ordinary elder.

"boom!"

Jun Mochen didn't even look at him, but just waved his hand and a terrifying inspiration burst out.

"Boom!"

The terrifying thunder sound exploded, and the huge palm print shattered directly, turning into a tide of spiritual power, facing the young elders in the distance.

"How is that possible!?"

His eyes widened immediately, and then he was bombarded out.

"Jun Mochen, are you crazy? You will make the Pavilion Master angry!"

Xue Wutong was shocked when she saw this scene, but she immediately came back to her senses and said anxiously.

"English?"

Jun Mochen raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "The person who should be angry should be me, right?"

“What the hell happened?”

Xue Wutong looked at Jun Mochen.

The boy's eyes were surprisingly cold at this time, like thousands of years of black ice, giving people a heart-wrenching feeling.

Even when she faced the blood clan's powerful man, she had never seen Jun Mochen's terrifying gaze, and now, she couldn't help but feel trembling in her heart.

"On behalf of the East China Sea God Pavilion, I explore the extreme cold domain. Your God Pavilion promised well. During my absence, I will protect my father. However, Sikong Hanxing of the Wushu School took action against my father and cut off my father's arm."

Jun Mochen looked at Xue Wutong with eyes as if it were my subordinates who burned all their essence and blood and severely damaged Sikong Hanxing, I am afraid that I would not be able to see my father when I come back this time. Do you think I should be angry?"

"What?"

Xue Wutong was also stunned.

Obviously, she didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

But... Why does she feel that the name Sikong Hanxing sounds familiar?

"Sikong Hanxing, the great elder of the Wushu Sect!"

However, some people came to their senses in the crowd, and many people also confirmed Jun Mochen's identity from Jun Mochen's words, with a stern expression.

"This guy is so disturbing."

Dongfang Pojun stood in the palace, looking at this scene, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Peace Lord... Jun Mochen..."

At this time, Leng Ao looked at Dongfang Pojun with some hesitation.

"Okay, I'm not a person who doesn't understand the truth. This time, it's true that I have had it in the God Pavilion. Come and see him."

Dongfang Pojun sighed slightly, and then his figure turned into a purple light and appeared between the squares.

"Gourmet to Lord Master!"

"See the Lord!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of Dongfang Pojun, countless powerful people from the Divine Pavilion around them knelt down to Dongfang Pojun, their eyes full of respect.

Even the Xue Wutong was stunned and bowed down.

There were only three people standing in the audience at this time.

One is Dongfang Pojun himself.

One is Jun Xie who follows Dongfang Pojun.

Another one is Jun Mochen, who stands proudly on the back of Xiaobai.

Seeing Dongfang Pojun finally came out, Jun Mochen's gaze flashed slightly, but his expression was still indifferent, just staring at Dongfang Pojun in front of him quietly.

This time, Sikong Hanxing may have planned secretly, and the Shen Pavilion did not come back to its senses as soon as possible.

However, it has been several days since the accident happened in the Jun Mansion. With the strength of Dongfang Pojun, he did not believe that if the other party really took the promise he had given to heart, he would not know!

Therefore, this time, Donghai Shen Pavilion will bear at least half of the responsibility for this matter!
Chapter completed!