Seeing Ma Lin's agitated state, Xu Hao smiled slightly.
Clearly, his scheme of sowing discord had succeeded.
No matter if Ma Lin had similar thoughts in the past or not, at this moment, Ma Lin was definitely contemplating his own way out.
After cultivating for so long, only to remain under someone else's control in the end, who wouldn't be frustrated?
Ma Lin is the Saint Heir of the Dark Alliance. Although his power is not as great as the current Alliance Hierarch, if he were to defect from the Dark Alliance, there would inevitably be others whose resolve has already wavered, who would also defect.
Then, the overall strength of the Dark Alliance would be reduced.
This was just a small tactic, actually nothing significant, but the crucial element was Ma Lin.
Xu Hao decided not to crush Ma Lin too harshly.
A competitive Ma Lin was clearly more useful than Ma Lin as a cripple.
Bang!
Xu Hao struck directly, using only seventy percent of his strength.
