Hearing this, Wang Mang, who was not far away, slowly turned around and looked at the lost Saint Son of Light.

The next moment, his figure flashed and shot towards the Holy Son of Light.

boom!

There was another loud noise, and the figure of the Holy Son of Light also flew out, leaving only Wang Mang standing in the air.

Seeing the two defeated Saint Sons, Wang Mang fiercely waved the Slaughter Halberd.

In an instant, several more avenues of power bombarded the two saints.

Rumble!

As the ground shook, streaks of smoke slowly rose.

Even so, Wang Mang still did not stop, and countless devouring avenues continued to pour out of his body and bombarded the two saints.

All the anger that was nearly defeated by these two people was vented at this moment.

Although he wanted to devour these two guys, he knew that now was not the time.

When he is strong enough to ignore those old guys in the future, these two people will not be able to escape his grasp.

After thinking about this, Wang Mang took a deep look at the shattered ground.

"Just letting you live a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he also stopped outputting the power of the avenue.

Seeing the two holy sons who had lost their resistance, everyone at the battlefield outside the realm fell silent.

At this moment, huge waves surged in their hearts.

But it seemed that the facts were too unbelievable, and for a while they didn't know what to say.

After a pause, a voice slowly came out from the crowd:

"Two saint sons, defeated?"

After one person spoke, everyone said one after another:

"How can this be?"

"What is that mysterious aura?"

"Yes, if it hadn't been for that sudden domineering aura, the two saints might not have been defeated!"

"Haha, it's useless to talk more. No matter what, the Holy Son wins."

"That's right, Holy Son Wang Mang can suppress the two Holy Sons with one against two."

"What an unexpected ending."

…………

At this time, in the patriarch's cabinet.

Seeing the two defeated Saint Sons, the five patriarchs all showed expressions of disbelief.

The next moment, the head of the Xingkong Clan said with a gloomy face:

"Can't you beat the two second-stage inherited artifacts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the Guangming Clan on the side also said with some uncertainty:

"Both saints are blessed with the second stage of inherited divine objects, and the divine power they unleash should be enough to defeat Wang Mang."

"It's probably due to the special extreme state."

Hearing this, Mo Yang smiled cheerfully:

"It seems that the first place this time belongs to our Black Ink Clan."

"Two more years."

After hearing Mo Yang's words, the expressions of the clan leaders became subtle.

These words simply indicate the future path of the Black Ink Clan.

As long as they win the first place in two endless holy wars in a row, the Black Ink Clan will be truly the largest clan.

This is also the rule set by the patriarchs of previous generations.

Fortunately for the other clan leaders, they have been suppressed by the Starry Sky Ancient Clan all year round and are used to it.

However, the leader of the Xingkong Clan, who had always been in a dominant position, suddenly became unhappy.

"If you want to shake the status of the Starry Sky Ancient Clan, it's not something that just Wang Mang can do."

"No matter how powerful you are, Wang Mang, there is only one person."

"So what if he can defeat two Holy Sons at the same time?"

"At worst, three saints join forces, if that doesn't work, just four!"

The leader of the Xingkong Clan thought silently with dissatisfaction in his heart.

At the same time, he quietly and slowly transmitted messages to several clan leaders.

Suddenly, the eyes of several clan leaders lit up, and they all glanced at Mo Yang in unison.

Some are watching the show, some are sympathetic, and some are excited.

Mo Yang didn't notice all this, but several old men above the pavilion heard it clearly.

Suddenly, Mo Gu took a sip of tea with a calm expression and said calmly:

"Your descendants are a little restless."

While speaking, he also took a deep look at the old man wearing a blue robe.

Hearing this, the old man smiled and refilled Mogu's somewhat empty teacup:

"Haha, we old guys shouldn't interfere in the affairs of the juniors."

"This is also our original agreement."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of the Yan clan on the side also said with great interest:

"Not to mention, if Wang Mang can really lead the Black Ink Clan to the top continuously under such circumstances, I will be the first to recognize the Black Ink Clan's status."

Listening to the conversation of these people, Ming Di smiled silently:

"I also agree."

Suddenly, several old men on the tea table looked at Mo Gu with smiles on their faces.

Seeing this, Mo Gu snorted dissatisfiedly and said slowly:

"nothing is impossible."

"Remember what you said."

…

In the realm of the Hades.

Looking at the two saint sons who were seriously injured and the people who had passed out, Wang Mang looked around in confusion.

The next moment, his figure flashed and rushed towards the two Holy Sons on the ground.

At this time, Hao Shixuan, who was lying on the ground and looking at the sky, fell into deep thought.

Then, he whispered with a dark expression:

"Ahem, is the gap really that big?"

"So what if I have a heritage artifact? Isn't it that I can't defeat this person?"

At this moment, his heart was filled with confusion.

At the same time, what the former Starry Sky Clan leader said to him gradually emerged:

"Shixuan, your talent is the strongest among the saint sons. If you develop the inherited divine artifacts well, the future will definitely be yours."

"Yes! Lord Patriarch!"

He thought so before Wang Mang appeared. At that time, he had won the first place in the endless holy war and had unlimited glory.

But since Wang Mang's arrival, everything has changed.

"Is this guy really of the same generation as me?"

"Obviously the realm is lower than mine, but the combat power is so terrifying."

"The Great Supreme Prodigy has not reached this level, right?"

Looking up at Wang Mang's slowly falling figure, Hao Shixuan murmured to himself with a complicated expression.

At this moment, his invincibility had been broken by Wang Mang.

At this time, Wang Mang looked at the two saints and finally landed next to Hao Shixuan.

"Ant, where is the origin of the world in the realm of the underworld?"
To be continued...