Ye Xiyue quickly searched her mind and confirmed that she had indeed never heard of this name.
Whether it was the Nine Star Continent or the Realm of the Gods, she had never heard of this person.
But...how could this happen?
Moreover, since he participated in the War of the Gods, he most likely came from the Domain of the Gods. Then how could the Night Clan later arrive at Tianlan in the Nine Star Continent and be defeated in that situation?
Logically speaking, a family with the inheritance of bloodline divine power would not be in such a bad situation no matter what.
If you look at the Baili Clan, the Medicine Clan and the Blood Clan, you will know that even if their ancestors died in that battle, their descendants have still continued the glory of the family and are still standing at the pinnacle of the realm of the gods.
But the Ye family, no, it should be said the Ye clan, seemed to have completely disappeared.
She had heard and read a lot about the battle ten thousand years ago, but no one had ever mentioned the existence of the Ye family.
It was as if there was an invisible hand, quietly wiping it away and making it clean.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, even Ye Xiyue himself wouldn't have believed that the Ye family actually had such a top-notch powerhouse!
Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and Ye Xiyue felt as if her eyes were covered with a veil, making it difficult to see the truth clearly.
Buzz!
The sound of a sword suddenly sounded melodious!
The red light burns on it, and the golden streamer is clearly visible, blazing and noble!
Woohoo!
The wind was blowing, and dark clouds were moving rapidly in the sky.
The wind and sand were flying in the wilderness, and the murderous and murderous atmosphere seemed to become more intense.
Ye Xiyue held her breath.
Just by saying the name "Ye Mo", the countless remnant souls and resentful spirits on this ancient battlefield had such a violent reaction!
The trembling and awe that seems to come from the depths of the soul has not faded away even though tens of thousands of years have passed.
Ye Mo tilted his head, as if he felt a little noisy.
The next moment, the wind stopped and the flowing clouds condensed.
If Ye Xiyue hadn't been able to hear her own heartbeat clearly, she would have thought that everything had been frozen at this moment!
She stared blankly at the figure in front of her, feeling that what she saw and heard in this short moment had completely subverted her understanding.
What kind of powerful existence is this?
Even without words, just a look and a breath are enough to make countless strong men crawl in fear!
Ye Mo didn't seem to care about this and looked at Ye Xiyue again.
He weighed the iron rope in his hand, threw it back to Ye Xiyue, and explained with a smile:
"It's okay for you to use it to deal with some demigods, but it's not enough for other things."
Ye Xiyue: "..."
At this moment, she had an unspeakable state of mind.
What does it mean to be able to deal with those demigods?
Are demigods so worthless?
Besides, she never thought she could use this to deal with a truly god-level powerhouse!
For a moment, Ye Xiyue organized her words and explained euphemistically:
"Thank you ancestors for your teachings. But at first, I thought my opponent was a peak spiritual master, and then..."
Ye Mo nodded:
"Well, I didn't think carefully."
Ye Xiyue said quickly: "No, no, you——"
"It should be set at the beginning of the Holy Spirit."
Ye Xiyue's mind went blank and she swallowed all the rest of her words.
Ye Mo continued:
"I originally thought that with your current strength, coupled with the Tianwen Sword and the Yuntian Divine Armor, you would be almost at the peak of the Spiritual Master. I didn't expect that you still have a lot of little things, but it was a waste of time."