"You..." The Eldest Prince glared fiercely at the Light Saint Heir, yet couldn't find any words to say. Lin Mo now was indeed someone he couldn't provoke.
Inside the Huge Sword. Seeing his subordinate being killed by Lin Mo, the playful expression on the Young Master's face suddenly froze, and with a slight force of his palm, the Night Light Cup in his hand turned into powder, slowly spilling through his fingers.
"What a genius of the Mystic Realm Sect, daring to kill even my subordinates." The Young Master said coldly, his gaze turning sinister.
