Kalomos's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Mu Chen, who was sitting at the top of the position.

As the emperor of the blood clan, he didn't dare to sit in that position now, he didn't expect Mu Chen to be so big at this moment.

But people have lived for thousands of years, and they have already grown old, and they have figured out the power of this in an instant.

Mu Chen dared to sit in that position for two reasons.

First, he has the strength to deter the hundred clans of the Liuhe Labyrinth!

Second, even if there is no such strength, now that many masters are coming, they can't deal with it, whether it is the blood clan or Mu Chen, they will inevitably be wiped out.

Thinking about this clearly, Carlos waved his hand, and with Cabola behind him, Candace and the others walked towards the top position where Mu Chen was, including himself, they all stood beside Mu Chen.

Now, the fate of the entire blood clan is almost on Mu Chen, and it is naturally impossible for Kalomos to talk to Mu Chen about what is a guest and what is a master at this time.

But just because Carlos doesn't care doesn't mean that others don't care.

When everyone below saw the dignified blood clan emperor, they couldn't help but show suspicion at this moment, just like Mu Chen's personal brother, and some of them were even more sarcastic.

"Hmph, Carlos, you convened this gathering of hundreds of ethnic groups, but you didn't dare to sit in that position, but asked a Chinese to come to power, why, when did you become a lackey of the Oriental Chinese?"

In the third position on the left hand side, a tall man with a strange mentality, half-human, half-wolf snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"The leader of the wolf clan is right, Kalomos, has the current blood clan degenerated to such a point?"

Although this woman's swaying snake looked terrifying, it had to be said that her face was indeed very exquisite, even compared to the beautiful women of the natural elf race and the dark elf race, it was not bad at all.

It's just that her eyes are as cold as frost, and the whole person, as if there is no temperature from the inside out, including the blood, gives people the first feeling of being a cold-blooded animal.

Mu Chen looked the woman up and down curiously, and almost immediately remembered the beautiful snake Medusa in ancient Greek mythology.

As the leader of the werewolf clan spoke to the beautiful snake, the rest of the people were also full of sarcasm, and faintly, a rivalry gradually formed.

Emperor Kalomos frowned, he wanted to speak, but after looking at Mu Chen, he still chose to shut up.

From the moment these people came to the Blood Clan's powerhouse, the fate of the entire Blood Clan was already involuntary, and at this moment, no matter what he said, it would only backfire.

Everyone's spearhead is pointed at the Blood Clan, and once he speaks, he will inevitably attract countless verbal criticisms.

Under the gaze of Carlomos, Mu Chen leaned lightly on the recliner, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the people below with interest, as if he was watching a group of clowns perform and sing.

Ten minutes later, seeing that Kalomos and Mu Chen didn't speak, the people below couldn't talk anymore.

This is not a one-man show, the protagonist hasn't sung yet, what's the use of singing well?

Seeing that the scene began to quiet down, Mu Chen finally made a move, beckoned to Carlomos gently, and said, "Why are there so many people, and they don't see the people from the Light Sect and the Dark Sect?"

Kalomos shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice: "Maybe they are coming, these two great Holy Sees, almost represent all the strength in the entire Liuhe Labyrinth, once they arrive, we may be very passive!"

Although his voice was low, all the people present were masters, and almost all of them were heard in their ears.

For a moment, the eyes of these people were even more full of disdain.

In their opinion, Callomos convened this party purely to make himself bored and create a dead end for the Bloodline.

"Are you very passive?" Mu Chen smiled silently, then squinted at the people below, and said, "What, are you done twittering one by one?"

Everyone's faces changed suddenly, and Mu Chen's words were full of provocation.

Dare to speak like this in front of so many masters, Mu Chen can be said to be the first person since the establishment of the Liuhe Labyrinth.

"Bold!"

"Huaxia Muchen, you are so bold!"

Everyone roared angrily, stood up, and a powerful aura erupted, and there was a great disagreement and a direct action.

"Bang!"

Seeing this, Mu Chen slapped the handrail suddenly, and the loud sound spread throughout the entire hall.

"Shut up!"

Mu Chenfeng shouted, and his voice carried a surging spiritual power.

In an instant, everyone's minds at the scene were blank, and when they reacted, they couldn't help but change their faces.

The words were shocking, and it was difficult for people to resist them, and they all shut up, and their expressions changed unpredictably.

Carlos, Cabola, Arter, Courto, Candace. Junyan and the little Taoist priests looked shocked, and they were obviously shocked by Mu Chen's reprimand.

"A group of clowns jumping off beams, it's all at this time, it's ridiculous to show off your poor dignity in front of me!" Mu Chen's gaze was invincible to the world, and at this moment, he seemed to be incarnated as a supreme overlord.

The people below were nothing more than a swarm of ants in front of him.

"You think I'm sitting in this position to provoke you, right?" Mu Chen spoke again and sneered: "You're right, I really provoked you, but what can you do?"

"You think that the blood clan belongs to me and is considered a lackey, but you are not even as good as a dog in front of me. Don't give me some depraved and undegenerate, even if the blood clan is degenerate, there is still the ambition to break out of this Liuhe labyrinth, and you are just a bunch of rubbish waiting to die. Since you were trapped, it was equivalent to a group of beasts raised by my Chinese ancestors, and you have the qualifications to talk about dignity in front of me!"

Mu Chen's words were shocking, making the faces of everyone at the scene turn pale continuously.

These words are like a knife, cutting everyone's hearts and flesh fiercely.

However, although these people were angry in their hearts, for some reason, there seemed to be an invisible pressure pressing down, so that they couldn't even have the heart to resist.

A group of masters comparable to the Xuanying Realm, at this moment, all showed despair on their faces.

They really couldn't figure out how powerful Mu Chen was, just standing there, giving everyone such a strong sense of oppression. Could it be that the Chinese people are really so powerful?

In a trance, they seemed to see the supreme sage who suppressed the Western Hundred Races with a wave of his hand thousands of years ago.

Just when everyone's hearts were in despair, suddenly, a high voice sounded: "Pope Sapra of the Dark Holy See has arrived!"

As the voice sounded, everyone at the scene moved, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and looked outside the main hall.

Mu Chen also slowly put away the powerful spiritual oppression and looked outside.