"Leave? These Iron Dolls…" Before Du Qingteng could finish, he saw the army of a million Iron Dolls surge in from all directions, transforming into a torrent of steel that flowed madly toward the space above Xu Luo's head.
"Holy shit… A guy who carries an entire world inside him is a true badass!"
If before, Du Qingteng calling Xu Luo "boss" had been mostly in jest—the kind of banter between young men—then at this moment… he had a feeling deep down that this person he'd met would, in just a few short years, grow into a true titan standing at the Peak of Jiuzhou!
'Having a boss like him… actually seems pretty good!'
Du Qingteng was startled by his own thought. At first, it seemed absurd.
'Who am I? I'm a true Holy Land Inheritor from Weiyu Mountain, one of the three great Holy Lands!'
