"Crack!"
"Stop, stop!"
Lu Lin raised his hand to stop the Soul Control King from speaking. What kind of joke was this? You envy the survival environment of the Human Federation and seek refuge, but it feels like you're trying to become the father of the Human Federation.
Although he patiently listened to the Soul Control King's story, it was purely out of curiosity.
He never said he agreed to accept the Soul Controlling Clan into the Human Federation.
"I say, sickle head, you're being too presumptuous."
"Over the years, you've killed countless Human martial artists and ordinary people. Why should you just say you want to ally with the Federation and that's it, without offering any special treatment or benefits?"
"You probably don't know how formidable your grandpa Lu Lin is, do you?"
As Lu Lin spoke, he revealed the One-Eyed Demon Knife and struck it on the head of the Soul Control King.
"Hiss—"
