As Marquis Mo spread his hands, the heads of two spears—each about a hundred meters away from him—detached from their shafts without warning and flew toward him.
In an instant, Marquis Mo had caught the spearheads in his hands.
Then, the wicked smile on his face deepened.
The next moment, Marquis Mo flung his hands forward, and the two spearheads shot straight for Lin Hao's body.
A powerful gale locked onto Lin Hao, pinning him in place. He found he couldn't break free and could only watch helplessly as the spearheads rushed toward him.
The situation was clearly under Marquis Mo's complete control, a fact made obvious by the undisguised mockery on his face.
So what if he knew about Marquis Mo's constitution and his Cultivation Technique? In the face of absolute power, all else would crumble to dust.
"Lin Hao, you have two paths before you: submit to me, or die," Marquis Mo said, continuing to advance. His voice was filled with immense confidence.
