Super Seminary: Peerless Momen

Three days later in the morning, the Mo River arrived at the door of the North American Metropolitan Hotel.

The demon cannon fodders on the street sensed that extraordinary aura and gathered around nervously.

Their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility, like a group of hyenas about to attack.

Mo He didn't even raise his eyelids, he just snorted coldly, the sound was like the cold wind in winter, icy and biting.

Then, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body. That aura was like a violent storm, which instantly blew away the surrounding demon cannon fodder. Their figures drew arcs in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

At this moment, Mo He's strength and majesty shocked and frightened all the demon cannon fodder. They knew that this man was not someone they could easily provoke.

This commotion naturally attracted the attention of the two demon warriors guarding the hotel entrance.

Their eyes widened with anger, and they shouted, "Who dares to be so presumptuous here?"

Mo He walked towards them slowly, his steps were steady and firm, as if every step was stepping on people's hearts.

He put away his armor, revealed an indifferent expression, and looked directly and firmly at the leading demon warrior: "The Chinese army, Lian Mohe, has come to visit the demon queen Morgana."

"Heroic Company!"

"Mohe!"

When the two demon warriors heard these two names, they showed shock on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

They hurriedly took out their lightning spears, aimed them at Mo He, and were about to launch an attack.

Mo He just smiled slightly, his voice calm and powerful: "I advise you to be patient."

The two demon warriors looked at each other. They looked at Mo He's calm eyes and felt an invisible pressure.

At this moment, they didn't know what to do and were caught in a dilemma.

"Let him in!"

Suddenly, Morgana's voice came from above the hotel. The voice was like the sound of nature, but it also carried a hint of unquestionable majesty.

The two demon warriors looked at each other, with a complex emotion flashing in their eyes, but they finally nodded and responded in unison: "Yes, Queen."

Then, they made way for a passage. Although there was a hint of reluctance in their actions, they remained vigilant and kept their eyes fixed on Mo He.

The corners of Mo He's mouth rose slightly, revealing a scornful smile. He walked up the stairs as if strolling in the garden and came in front of the two demon warriors.

The two demon warriors stared at Mo He with a fierce look in their eyes, their gazes full of warnings: "Human, I warn you, don't cause any trouble, or you will never be able to return."

Mo He didn't think so. He just smiled slightly, and that smile revealed a hint of calmness and confidence.

He walked past the two of them casually and entered the hotel.

Since he dared to go to the meeting alone, he must have made all preparations.

Every step he took seemed so calm, as if everything was under his control.

The moment Mo He stepped into the hotel, he felt a strong hostility.

Everything here, from the walls to the floor, and even every speck of dust in the air, is filled with the breath of the devil.

Even the waiters were devil cannon fodder, with malicious gleams in their eyes.

As soon as he came in, all the demons widened their eyes, and their gazes shot towards Mo He like sharp arrows, forming an invisible oppression.

However, faced with such a scene, Mo He remained calm. He walked into the elevator and went directly to the meeting room on the top floor.

When he entered the council chamber, he found all the demons present.

Their eyes were like blades, staring coldly at Mo He.

At the end of the meeting room, Morgana sat on the throne, her eyes cold and sharp, staring closely at Mo He's figure.

Every demon here knew him, and their eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

Because of the existence of Mohe and Xiongbinglian, the demons have failed repeatedly in China. More importantly, they have made Queen Morgana extremely angry.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense and oppressive, as if a storm was about to come.

However, Mo He remained calm and composed. Every step he took seemed so firm and confident, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes.

A demon who had been beaten half to death by Mo He walked out angrily, his eyes full of anger and hatred, staring at Mo He.

"Kill him!" he shouted, his voice full of anger and desire for revenge.

This shout instantly ignited the anger of the other demons, and they waved their fists to protest against Mo He.

There was a fierce gleam in their eyes, like hungry wolves, ready to pounce on Mo River at any time.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The shouts came one after another, and soon the whole hall was filled with calls for killing Mo He.

Morgana did not stop this scene, she just watched coldly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

She allowed the demons to advance, letting their anger and hatred spread throughout the chamber.

The atmosphere in the entire meeting hall became increasingly tense, as if a storm was about to break out.

Facing the anger and hostility in the hall, Mo He just smiled slightly, and there was a hint of calmness in that smile.

gravity.

The skill was activated, and an invisible energy spread out from his body, rippling like water waves.

Wherever this energy reached, the affected demons instantly felt a strong shock. Their bodies involuntarily took several steps back, and the anger on their faces was replaced by shock.

When Morgana saw this scene, her brows slightly frowned, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she showed a thoughtful expression.

She knew that Mo He's strength was far beyond her imagination, which forced her to re-evaluate this human.

Then she gave the demon Atuo beside her a look that contained deep meaning.

Atuo understood and nodded, then waved his hand to signal all the demons to retreat.

Although the demons were unwilling, they had to retreat under Atuo's order.

However, even after they left, their eyes were still fixed on Mo He. If looks could kill, then Mo He would probably have been cut into pieces by now.

Although the atmosphere in the meeting room eased a little, it was still tense and depressing.

Mo He stood there like an unshakable mountain, standing firm no matter the wind and rain.

Faced with such a scene, ordinary people would probably have knelt down.

However, Mo He remained calm and composed. There was no trace of fear in his eyes. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and was calm and composed.

Mo He seemed to be unconcerned about the hostility and threats around him. He walked calmly through the passage as if he was strolling in his own garden, and finally came to the center of the meeting hall.

He stood still, paused, then looked up, his eyes directed and determined at Morgana sitting on the throne.

Morgana was also examining him, her eyes were cold and sharp, as if she could see through people's hearts.

Her eyes were full of scrutiny and evaluation, as if she was measuring Mo He's value and strength.

The two men's eyes met in the air, as if two sharp swords collided, sparking invisible sparks.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire conference hall became tense and depressing, as if even the air had frozen.

Everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only Mohe and Morgana.

Their eyes were locked on each other, as if they were engaged in an invisible contest.