As a guard whose strength fell short of his highness's, he had already drawn plenty of criticism. If his hundreds of thousands of years of service had not earned him a little patience from his highness, he would have been replaced long ago.
But that patience depended on him neither angering his highness nor crossing his bottom line.
And just now, his highness had clearly been angered.
At the thought, he dropped heavily to his knees, his heart plummeting into an abyss!
Meng Natoxin looked at his kneeling subordinate, his face icy. His lips parted, and he spat out one word: "Useless!"
The Monster Race Immortal went deathly pale. He kept his head bowed, not daring to say a word.
Ignored by the master and servant, the Ox-Beast Clone tilted his head, his eyes darting about. His gaze lingered noticeably longer on the Monster Race Immortal who had attacked him. Though furious, the Immortal dared do nothing.
"Leave!" Meng Natoxin snorted.
"Yes, your highness."
Yi Wu bowed respectfully, then vanished from the spot a moment later.
Only then did Meng Natoxin turn to the Ox-Beast Clone, who had already stepped forward. The black-purple fur on his enormous monstrous body swayed in the wind, looking wonderfully soft and glossy, and Meng Natoxin's mood improved considerably.
"Which clan are you from?"
"Clan?" The Ox-Beast Clone tilted his head. "I don't have a clan. I came from a secret realm. My name is Lin."
"A secret realm?" Meng Natoxin's eyes widened slightly in surprise. The aura coming from him was clearly only at the World Lord level, yet he had blocked Yi Wu's blow. Though it had not been a full-strength strike, it was enough to demonstrate his talent.
He had never expected someone with such talent to be a creature from a