"Who is this young friend..."
Master Lingmu's gaze shifted again and fell on Mo Wangchen.
This person was so young, yet dared to have an open conflict with the Ancient Royal Clan. Could he be a Divine Son from some Sacred Land?
"Nonsense. Today this four-leafed Wood Ganoderma will belong to my Devouring Sky Tiger Clan. Don't even think about it."
Before Mo Wangchen could speak, the young man sneered coldly, his eyes turning completely icy.
"Arrogant words. Just because you say you want it, you'll get it? I say you should get lost, so why aren't you gone?" Mo Wangchen sneered.
Hearing this, Master Lingmu couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart. To tell a member of the Ancient Royal Clan to scram, what was the identity of this young descendant of the Human Clan?
Even a Divine Son from a Sacred Land shouldn't be this reckless.
"You're courting death!"
