Ye Xuan's words immediately made Mo Songbai stunned, and then he laughed angrily: "Young man, are you bragging on me?"

"The rare treasures in this room were collected by me throughout my life. According to what you said, wouldn't I have died long ago?"

"You don't believe it?" Ye Xuan looked at Mo Songbai calmly.

"What do you think?" Mo Songbai's face turned cold.

Ye Xuan smiled lightly and said slowly: "If you don't believe it, I can let you experience it."

While speaking, Ye Xuan waved to the gray box.

Under Mo Songbai's shocked gaze, the gray box automatically flew towards Ye Xuan.

"Boy, do you want to seize my rare treasure?" Mo Songbai stood up suddenly, like an angry old dragon, with a shocking momentum!

This Mo Songbai's strength is even more terrifying than He Lao!

His strength is at least comparable to that of Mo Gaoli, one of the thirteen vice-presidents of the Lingzhou Society!

Unexpectedly, a mere master of the Yibao Pavilion could possess such strength!

But if you look closely at Mo Songbai's surname, you can see something.

Mo family.

The master of the Yibao Pavilion, Mo Songbai, is a branch of the Mo family in the Eastern Wilderness.

This branch happens to be in the Southern Region.

And Mo Songbai is one of the clan elders of this branch of the Mo family, responsible for guarding the Yibao Pavilion.

How could he not be angry when he saw Ye Xuan taking away the gray box in front of him?

boom!

Ye Xuan ignored Mo Songbai, but opened the box directly, and then looked at Mo Songbai calmly.

The next moment, Mo Songbai was stunned, his aura instantly dissipated, and then his whole body softened and he lay on the seat, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul.

"How, how is it possible!?"
Chapter completed!