Yuan Zhisheng gave them a slight salute, and when he turned around, two clear footprints appeared on the stone road of the pier.

"Is this guy a kung fu master?"

The grave robbers were stunned.

"It's a mixed race, and it's a mixed race with a very high bloodline!"

The hearts of the hybrids hiding among them were beating wildly.

"Hurry back and report to the boss."

Everyone looked at each other and then dispersed.

"My lord, your order has been completed."

Yuan Zhennu returned to Lu Mingfei's back, as submissive as a virgin, and the golden mandala-like patterns in his pupils dimmed.

Only a dark background remains.

"I haven't seen you at the academy."

Professor Mance stared at Yuan Jingnu and said.

His intuition told him that this weak-looking boy was extremely dangerous.

"He is a special training student sent by the Japanese branch."

Lu Mingfei answered on his behalf.

"Japan branch. So what he just used was the word spirit of the descendant of the White King?"

Mance asked bluntly.

"That's right."

He nodded.

The matter of the descendants of the White King is an open secret to the senior professors in Kassel. Besides, now that the White King is dead and the Night Food Plain and Takamagahara have been destroyed, there is no need to hide it deliberately.

"As expected of the white emperor who possesses spiritual power."

Mance admired without asking any more questions.

"However, the emergence of a high-level hybrid will only attract more people who are eager for profit."

He criticized tactfully.

"Then let them do it."

Lu Mingfei said nonchalantly.

The warning just now was his last mercy. If they insist on seeking death, there will be many more sunken ships at the bottom of the Qutang Gorge.
Chapter completed!