"Whoosh!"
As the words fell, Mo Wangchen's body instantly soared into the sky.
He arrived beneath the seven-colored divine light, hovering motionlessly.
"What's he trying to do?"
Everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions.
The inheritance of divine fortune is not something anyone can forcibly seize.
This is the heavenly blessing bestowed upon the Smoke Martial Alliance's divine fortune. If one doesn't share the same bloodline as Holy Mother Yan, forcefully taking it would mean certain death.
"Mo Wangchen is the Divine King's son; he intends to seize today's inherited divine fortune!" someone exclaimed, realizing this point.
Mengpo frowned and coldly spoke, "Step back quickly, this is the Emperor's Daughter's inheritance."
"If Ziyue were still the original Ziyue, I would let her have it, but now, she's no longer herself. This inheritance, it's better not to let it go."
