"Ha, after all that, we still had to fight?" Mo Lin sighed, a helpless smile on his face. He had caught the implication behind Snow Empress's words—fight me, and prove not only to me, but also to my subordinates, that you are worthy of our allegiance.
"Then let's fight. A one-on-one?" Mo Lin had come prepared for battle; otherwise, he would not have deliberately leveled up before coming to the Far North.
"Of course. We Soul Beasts have always spoken with strength. If you can defeat me, you will become our common sovereign." Seeing that Mo Lin understood her meaning, Snow Empress saw no need to waste more words.
Turning to Suanni and Qilin, Mo Lin said:
"You heard her. We still have to fight, but you probably won't need to step in."
"Young Master, are you sure you want to fight her? In terms of cultivation alone, she should be above Second Brother," Suanni said. He had never been particularly fond of fighting, so he was fine with not having to fight. What concerned him was that Mo Lin actually intended to battle the Soul Beast common sovereign across from them. A thirty-thousand-year gap in cultivation was neither insignificant nor overwhelming, and Suanni could sense it clearly. "Although I don't know how much strength you used in that punch against Second Brother, and we Dragon Sons are generally stronger in battle than Ferocious Beasts of the same rank, Second Brother must have held back as well. Young Master, are you certain you truly have the strength to fight, even defeat, a six-hundred-thousand-year Ferocious Beast?"
"Suanni, you really are a good Dragon Son. You were clearly 'forced to join'—meaning Yazi dragged you along to follow me—yet you still take my affairs so seriously. Honestly, I'm touched. These days, even among