The change in Marquis Mo's expression wasn't because Lin Hao's actions had made him lose face.
Above the gorge ahead, fiery clouds billowed, engulfing everything. The Fire Serpent's eight claws tore through the void, yet it remained completely unscathed.
No, Marquis Mo's expression had changed because he was worried.
Setting aside whether Lin Hao possessed some great treasure, the mere fact that he could move freely amidst the Fire Serpent's scorching flames already made him far stronger than anyone else.
If Lin Hao were to fall, who on this Ancient Road could possibly be a match for that Fire Serpent?
He would certainly feel vindicated if Lin Hao was defeated, but the consequences would be dire. He wouldn't survive either.
But at the same time, Marquis Mo didn't want Lin Hao to win. He hated Lin Hao to his very bones; how could he possibly wish for his victory?
This left Marquis Mo conflicted.
However, after a moment, a smile crept back onto Marquis Mo's face.
