"Lin Hao, your combat prowess surpasses your peers. I'd be glad to have you as a friend. Let me go, and we can let bygones be bygones." The moment Lin Hao entered the mansion, Marquis Mo was sent flying. With his body bound by a restriction, he was unable to move, forced to speak from his position on the ground.
Although Marquis Mo was seething with humiliation, he had no choice but to adopt a humbler attitude. He was now inside a mansion that dozens of Soul Gathering Realm Martial Artists had failed to breach even by working together.
"Brat, you're barely adequate. How about becoming a servant for this divine turtle?" Before Lin Hao could even reply, Marquis Mo heard a voice speak up from behind him.
Though he couldn't move or see what was behind him, he knew from the voice who was speaking.
'Him? The grand Crown Prince of the Mo Yun Kingdom, possessor of one of the twenty-four King Bodies, a servant to a turtle?!'
