Chapter 2: Forcing the Emperor to Abdicate

"Thief Sun, I am your ancestor!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Qingkuang was furious. Am I not miserable enough? A wandering soul must humiliate himself like this!

Immediately his dandy nature burst out: "Are you looking for death? Dare you humiliate me like this?!"

Mo Fanfeng smiled lightly: "I am already dead? What can you do to me?"

Mo Qing was furious and tried to control his body to attack Mo Fan, but found that his body was pitifully weak.

A breeze blew through the cracks in the window, and his thin soul body was teetering on the edge and almost dissipated immediately.

"Can you memorize genealogy?" Mo Fan looked at Mo Qingkuang calmly, "My name is Mo Fan."

When Mo Qingkuang heard this, his heart was shocked, Mo Fan! The powerful Martial Emperor hundreds of years ago, the top figure in the Tianxuan Empire, was also the ancestor of their Mo family, the first head of the family, and the ancestor of the Mo family in Tiannan City.

"You...are you our ancestor Mo Fan? Hasn't Mo Fan's ancestor been dead for hundreds of years?" Mo Qingkuang's face was full of disbelief.

"Yes." Mo Fan nodded.

Mo Qingkuang stared at Mo Fan for a long time and sighed: "That's right. Regardless of whether you are Mo Fan's ancestor or not, I am dead now, so what's the point?"

Yes, they are all dead, so what do you care about your grandparents and grandchildren?

"Crazy boy——"

At this time, Mo Shan beside the bed let out a mournful cry, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His face was flushed, and the hatred in his eyes was solid.

His wife died young, and Mo Qingkuang was his only son. He had high hopes for him since he was a child, and he had always been pampered and pampered by him.

But I don’t want to ask the white-haired person to send the black-haired person away if I make a mistake! The Mo family, his lineage, will be extinct.

In anger, the powerful momentum was fully unleashed. The doctor and servants beside the bed were knocked away one after another, and they quickly got up and prostrated on the ground: "My condolences, head of the family."

"My condolences? Why should I express my condolences? How can I express my condolences? The little beast Lin Yang is still alive and my son's great revenge has not been avenged, so why should I express my condolences?" Mo Shan roared in grief.

"Come here, gather the experts from the clan. I will personally lead the team and kill the little beast Lin Yang to avenge Kuang'er!" Mo Shan strode out of Mo Qingkuang's room and announced.

"Master, the eldest young master is dead. Please express your condolences, master. We understand the grief of the master, and we deeply regret the misfortune of the eldest young master." Mo Hai, the eldest elder of the Mo family, stepped forward and saluted.

"However, Lin Yang is now a disciple of the Yuanjian Sect. The eldest young master took forbidden drugs and was forced to die, which made the Yuanjian sect dissatisfied. However, Nian Zai did not investigate the eldest young master's misfortune and just withdrew his promise to the eldest young master. Now the family has to go Attacking and killing Lin Yang will definitely offend the Yuanjian Sect again, and my Mo family will probably be in catastrophe by then!"

Another person beside Mo Hai also said: "Yes, head of the family, don't risk the fate of the family to avenge one person!"

Mo Fan also had an impression of Mo Hai and made a few strokes of it.

Mo Hai is Mo Shan's cousin and is now the eldest elder of the Mo family. His cultivation level is as good as Mo Shan's. Back then, Mo Shan was also an important competitor for the position of head of the family. If Mo Qingkuang was not young and extremely talented, overpowering everyone in the younger generation of the Mo family, it is still unclear who would take the position of head of the family.

"Hmph, I'm not a father if I don't avenge the mad man! I've made up my mind, no need to persuade him!" Mo Shan waved his big hand and looked around coldly, as if anyone who stopped him would die.

Mo Qingkuang in the void felt sad when he saw his father acting like this. A sense of sourness came to his eyes, but he couldn't shed tears.

He just choked "Father, Father" in the air, deeply regretting his misdeeds over the years.

If you can cultivate your character, don't act arbitrarily based on your talent, and practice hard. Nor would his father, who always dotes on himself, end up in the tragic situation of being given away by a man with white hair and a man with black hair.

He stared hard at Mo Hai, who was adding insult to injury at this moment, wishing he could cut him into pieces and smash his bones into ashes!

After a long silence, Mo Hai said: "Master, if you insist on going your own way, I won't be able to stop you. I'm afraid that the Supreme Elders won't be able to support you. What's more, there are so many masters in Yuanjian Sect. If anything happens to the master, I will Where will the Mo family go from now on? Now that the eldest young master is dead and the position of the young master is vacant, I am willing to take Qingfeng into the family line and take over the position of the young master. From now on, I will do my best to help the master of the family get revenge!"

While saying this, Mo Hai also pretended to be thinking about the overall situation and reluctantly parted ways with her.

Mo Qingfeng is the son of Mo Hai. He is a Xuan-level warrior. He is also a seventh-level warrior. He is the first person in the Mo family besides Mo Qingkuang.

The supreme elders that Mo Hai mentioned were the father and uncles of Mo Shan's generation, and they almost ignored family affairs. Mo Shan's father, the previous head of the family, has not returned from traveling. Currently, Mo Hai's father has the most say in the Supreme Elder Council.

Mo Shan looked at Mo Hai indifferently, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

After a long while, he stopped and gasped and said contemptuously: "Mo Hai, seeing that I, Mo Shan, have no household, are you so impatient to usurp the throne?"

Mo Hai hurriedly said he didn't dare, but the expression on his face didn't show much respect.

But no one here knows that Mo Qingfeng is Mo Hai's biological son. If he really becomes the young head of the family in the future, he may even inherit the position of the head of the family.

Isn't the real person in charge of this Mo family Mo Hai himself?

Ten years ago, he failed to compete for the position of the head of the family. Mo Hai has endured it until now. Will he finally have a chance to regain the position?

"Master, I think what the eldest elder said is reasonable. The eldest young master is dead. Young Master Qingfeng has adopted your sect. He is also a bloodline of my Mo family. Young Master Qingfeng's talent is also extraordinary. In the future, there will be successors to our Mo family." The man next to Hai also echoed.

The other elders looked at each other. The great elder was powerful, and Mo Qingkuang had just passed away. In the future, Mo Qingfeng would be the one who would carry the tripod in the Mo family.

So they all nodded: "We second the motion."

Mo Shan looked at everyone in surprise, wanting to laugh, but couldn't.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Kuang'er's mother died early, and I didn't remarry. Kuang'er is now in trouble. It's my fault as a father who didn't protect him well."

"I will avenge Kuang'er even if I risk my life! If the plan fails, Mo Qingfeng will succeed the position of the young master of the family. The great elder will act as the master of the family. As for adoption, it's not necessary. Only Kuang'er is worthy of being my son!"

"The master of the family is wise. We will do our best to help him avenge this great revenge!" Mo Hai suppressed his ecstasy and said respectfully on the surface.

"We are willing to help the master of the family avenge!"

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..." Mo Shan laughed desolately and staggered out of the hall.

Mo Qingkuang in mid-air discovered that his father, who was full of vigor and vitality, had gray hair and a hunched back, as if he had aged by dozens of years in an instant.

"Father..." Mo Qingkuang wanted to cry, but not a single tear came out.

Yes, he was already dead, and he didn't know when he would disappear between heaven and earth. Seeing his father being humiliated like this, he was powerless.

Suddenly, he looked up and looked at Mo Fan, who was watching everything indifferently and looked a bit like an immortal.

As if he had grabbed the last straw, he looked at Mo Fan with a pleading face: "You, if you are really the ancestor, can you help my father?"