Watching the swarm of cultivators rushing towards them, Xuanyuan Mo Ze, Feng Jiu, and Mo Chen remained as calm as still water. Mo Chen stood quietly behind Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu, the light of the Holy Son on his body gradually intensifying.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at the cultivators, his thin lips moved, and a low, authoritative voice came from his mouth. "Green Dragon! Wipe them out!"
"Roar!"
The Green Dragon roared as it circled in mid-air. It struck out at the cultivators with a flick of its tail. Its ancient divine beast's aura was unleashed at that moment, attacking those people.
Feng Jiu glanced at those people indifferently, her red lips moved, and a chilly voice echoed, "Fire Phoenix!"
