As long as Enzo could build up enough merit on the Black Spirit Continent, then raise a massive army with Lin Qi's help, Lin Qi would have to secure him at least the title of prince when Enzo returned to the Gallic Empire. So long as Enzo could carve off a piece of territory from the Gallic Empire, Lin Qi would take another great stride toward dominating the Western Continent alone.
More importantly, the Black Spirit Continent. Lin Qi had a rather fanciful idea: the Black Spirit Empire, the Black Spirit Empire—yet there was not a single Black Spirit person in this empire. That was unreasonable. Why couldn't Lin Qi establish a true Black Spirit Empire on the Black Spirit Continent? A vast empire formed from countless native Black Spirit tribes?
With a few chuckles, Lin Qi leaped down from the dragon's back.
Accompanied by a faint whistle through the air, Lin Qi landed lightly beside Enzo and the others. What greeted him was Vik's blade, swift to the utmost. The poisoned dagger howled as it drew a flash of cold light, slashing at Lin Qi's throat almost the very instant his feet touched the ground.
Lin Qi steadily caught Vik's dagger between two fingers, then grinned. "Vik, you've improved. Your reaction with that strike... hmm, everyone's reactions are quite fast."
It was not only Vik who had struck at Lin Qi. Enzo's Stabbing Sword had silently come to rest against Lin Qi's lower abdomen, while the weapons of several other old brothers were also pressed against him. On the nearby walls, several hundred personal guards personally trained by Enzo had already formed an assault formation, ready at any moment to launch a desperate attack on Lin Qi.
"Not bad, not bad. Truly not bad!" Lin Qi clapped lightly.
Laughing