“Hong Yaoyang? Haha, so a bastard like you has fallen into such a state.”

With the Demon Moon Furnace floating above the sea of flames, Mo Nian came out and laughed at Hong Yaoyang.

Hong Yaoyang was pale, and the divine light coming out of him was showing signs of fading. It seemed that he had also reached his limit. 

“Bastard, you dare to steal my inheritance?!” raged Hong Yaoyang.

“What do you mean, steal? I took it. At best, you can consider it plundering. Hehe, little brat, you chased me down for so long. What’s wrong with me taking a little bit back? Don’t like it? Bite me.” Mo Nian laughed. Seeing Hong Yaoyang’s current plight made him want to dance in excitement.

“Alright, stop messing around. We don’t have much time left. Once the karmic hell flames retreat, even if that fellow’s exhausted, he can...