Mo Xuwu was a robust man about 30 years old. His eyes were akin to a pair of eyes that gave off a heavy pressure. Clad in black armor, he arrived at the main hall with wide strides before saluting Mo Yue and saying, "Greetings, grandpa. Are you calling me over because of the Imperial Nether Clan?"

Every God Realm expert in the South Divine Devil had sensed the big ruckus caused by the Imperial Nether Clan. Mo Wuxu had naturally sensed the ruckus as well. However, his mission was to protect the sect, not deal with the Imperial Nether Clan. After all, it was only natural for people to care for their people first.

"It's good that you're here, Xuwu. Look who I got here?"...