The Man Without Fate

Mo Laoda had originally intended to say something to Zhao Li.

According to the rules of the Heavenly Rank Race, any martial artist acknowledged by the Talent Monument would be strongly invited to join the Heavenly Rank Race.

Since Zhao Li had obtained the title of Silver Asura, Mo Laoda naturally would not let him slip away.

Liu Yu should actually have been among those invited as well. However, Liu Yu had only ranked on the second tier of the Talent Monument. That result was certainly among the best on Sea God Continent, but in the Heavenly Rank Race, it could not be considered outstanding. After all, the second tier was merely the lowest threshold of the Heavenly Rank Race.

Yet before Mo Laoda had a chance to speak, he suddenly heard a human woman say such things—and even see through the origins of puppets like them at a glance. Mo Laoda, Qing Feng, and the others immediately grew wary.

Luo Zheng's gaze swept over and met Yun Luo's eyes. A faint smile appeared on his face.

Yun Luo nodded at Luo Zheng with a smile, then continued, "Zhao Li comes from the Purple Heart Saint Land of the human race. After ascending one day, he will certainly receive the human race's regard. Your Heavenly Rank Race should stay out of this."

At Yun Luo's words, Qing Feng and the others immediately furrowed their brows.

Now that they had confirmed Luo Zheng's talent and unexpectedly discovered another genius, the Heavenly Rank Race could not possibly let either of them go. Luo Zheng would certainly be recruited by their Heavenly Rank Race, and they would likewise not give up on this youngster called Zhao Li.

Mo Laoda said coldly, "Who are you? Which branch of the human race do you come