Seeing that Mo Wangchen had drained his wine, everyone in the venue stood up as well, toasting him from afar.
"In the battle for emperorship, I shall slay you!"
Yao Wuliang's words were soft, yet they clearly reached everyone's ears. After speaking, he too drained his wine, his gaze turning to Mo Wangchen, brimming with fighting spirit.
"Back then, Chu Youtian said the same thing, but now, who still believes he can achieve that?"
Mo Wangchen chuckled, locking eyes with Yao Wuliang.
As these words spread, Chu Youtian's face darkened slightly nearby; he snorted coldly and did not engage in conversation.
Indeed, he had once said those words but now, the heights Mo Wangchen had reached had long left him far behind, likely beyond his reach in this lifetime.
Even if he were to step into the Emperor Realm in the future, compared to Mo Wangchen, he would still be no match.