Looking at Rong Xiaofeng's eyes, which were like those of a Poison Snake, Lin Mo sneered, "Can't fight me so you want to use your background to threaten me?"
Han Xiaowen took a step forward, close to Lin Mo, her brows furrowed as she whispered, "Mr. Lin, perhaps you should give him a portion of the Original Law. Offending Rong Xiaofeng won't benefit you; his father is a Prince of the Demon Star, holding a high place in the Dayan Dynasty!"
"Whom shall restrict the nobility's fate? If it weren't for him being the legitimate son of the Prince, having numerous cultivation resources, it'd be a piece of cake for me to deal with him," Lin Mo said coldly.
Han Xiaowen's face slightly changed in color; evidently, Lin Mo seemed not to care about the status of the Demon Star Prince.
"Today, I must make him admit defeat." Lin Mo spoke slowly. He had already offended many people, and he didn't mind offending a Young Prince.
