My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

I saw a man crossing the threshold and walking into the hall with a smile.

He was wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns and a red belt around his waist.

The old man has a broad build, a straight nose, and is nearly two meters tall.

A pair of deep pupils reveal endless dominance and solemnity.

Even with gray hair on his temples, he still looks like a dragon, radiating an overwhelming aura of dragon!

Everyone was terrified and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"strangeness."

"Even I can't see through his cultivation, and he is accompanied by the purple aura of an emperor."

"Who is this guy? Is he related to the Mohist School?"

The emperor's purple aura is very special, similar to a kind of great fortune.

Only those who are appointed by Heaven, hold high positions for a long time, and enjoy the support of the world.

Only then will you be qualified to possess the Emperor's Purple Aura.

The mysterious old man in front of him might have some connection with Mohism.

Mo Ranshang frowned, not understanding where he came from.

He claimed to be very familiar with Mohism, but he had never met this person.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Do you know that no outsiders are allowed to enter the Mo family's night banquet?"

The old man restrained his smile, waved his hand in the air, and a crisp applause sounded on the field.

"what!"

Mo Ranshang was thrown several meters away, his teeth flying, and fell heavily to the ground.

The slap was so hard that it almost knocked him unconscious.

"Father!"

Mo Xianjun gritted his teeth and looked at the old man gloomily.

"Who gave you the guts to hurt my father in public?"

"Mr. Li, take him down for me. Whichever hand hit my father will be crippled!"

Li Xingyuan nodded, his robe fluttering, and a sharp aura spread out.

"Are you trying to overthrow my main pavilion by attacking my Mo family?"

"It seems that these years..."

"The younger generation of the Dragon Group is increasingly disrespecting the authority of the Mohist School!"

The old man was calm and composed, and with a wave of his sleeve, overwhelming pressure came towards him.

"town!"

Li Xingyuan's rising momentum was forcibly suppressed by him.

My whole body trembled and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

The tyrannical force of heaven and earth was like a millstone, trying to crush him!

"how is this possible?"

Wang Xiaoke's face was full of surprise and he found it hard to believe for a moment.

No wonder we can’t see through him, he can control the power of rules.

This person is half a step into the divine realm!

Although he has not yet entered the realm of transformation, he has also left the realm of Nascent Soul.

But Grandpa Fox said that the suppression by Heaven was still there. How could he find another way and break through to the Half-Step Godhood?

Nie Wentian, who was standing by, was equally shocked and clearly feeling somewhat uneasy.

He was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul and could not see through this person at all.

"Who are you?" Mo Xianjun looked at the old man with fear.

His intuition told him that this old man was not someone to be trifled with.

"Oh, who am I?"

The old man sneered, his whole body exuding dignity and solemnity.

"Open your eyes, I am your ancestor!"

The hall suddenly exploded with endless discussions.

If this old man scolds the second wife, wouldn’t he be scolding them as well?

Mo Cangming seemed to have thought of something, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"A black dragon robe and a five-clawed golden dragon, could it be..."

He asked tentatively: "Sir, are you from the Mo family?"

The old man nodded slightly: "You are the current head of the family."

"Look at this jade token and see if you can recognize my identity."

Mo Cangming took the token thrown to him and his face changed instantly.

"Junior Mo Cangming pays homage to Ancestor Xuanyuan!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent.

Wang Xiaoke leaned over and whispered to Mo Yanyu's cheek.

"Is it really your ancestor? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Mo Yanyu coughed and glanced sideways: "I don't know either."

"But I recognize that jade plaque. It is the identity plaque of the successive family heads."

The expressions of the others were complicated, and the way they looked at the old man changed.

"Is he really our ancestor? Is he still alive?"

"Ancestor Xuanyuan...Mo Xuanyuan, sounds so familiar."

"Isn't that the most famous ancestor of the Mohist School from a thousand years ago?"

"You must be kidding me, how can someone live for more than a thousand years?"

"What's impossible? Isn't the Dragon Group's leader several hundred years old?"

"It is said that Master Wu has been in office for hundreds of years and taught several rulers... Isn't he alive and well now?"

Mo Xun'er was struck by lightning. She had just asked about Patriarch Xuanyuan at noon.

It is said that he once led China and suppressed other countries so much that they could not raise their heads.

However, the later period of the clan files did not record the whereabouts of this ancestor.

Everyone thought that this great man had passed away.

Unexpectedly... it just popped up like this~~

As a member of the Mohist family, he does know secrets that ordinary people don't understand.

But for some young people, it completely overturned their cognition.

"Dad, is he a liar?" Mo Jiangtao still refused to believe it.

There are many centenarians, but as for thousand-year-olds... aren't they living fossils?

Mo Huaikui stared at the jade token, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"The five-clawed black dragon robe has only been worn by Emperor Xuanyuan in history."

"Besides, the identity badge cannot be faked at all."

Mo Jiangtao took a breath and said, "So he is really the ancestor?"