Outside Wangchuan City, Lin Hao hovered proudly in the air, a Jade Seal in one hand and Young Master Moon in the other.
The scene was breathtaking.
After all, Young Master Moon was one of the Ten Young Masters, a peerless prodigy who ranked among the top three Martial Artists on the Ancient Road.
Yet now, Lin Hao held him as if he were nothing more than an ant.
The crowd stared, stunned, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.
Before long, the Martial Artists from the Moon Worship Empire snapped back to their senses, their hearts trembling.
"Lin Hao, what are you doing! Let go of His Highness at once!"
"Lin Hao, don't be a fool! The power of the Moon Worship Empire is far beyond your imagination."
"Lin Hao, this is a declaration of war against the Moon Worship Empire!"
"..."
One after another, the Martial Artists of the Moon Worship Empire cried out.
Many of them were driven by self-interest.
