Xia Bolei suddenly looked up at Zuo Qinglong:
"I believe you are a high-ranking emperor,"
"But how did you withstand my Saint-level pressure?"
Zuo Qinglong glanced at Tu Mengmeng, his eyes full of affection:
"For Mengmeng's sake, it's okay to tell you..."
He observed the surrounding environment and continued:
"Well, just attack me and you'll find out the answer!"
"I believe that with the strength of the Lord Leader, you can control the power and not destroy the environment?"
"How shameless!" Chabrol was immediately enraged.
Let him, a saint-level being, attack at will?
Are you afraid that he will destroy the environment?
This kid is blatantly underestimating him, a powerful Saint-level warrior!
In just a moment, he controlled his emotions and nodded:
"Very good! Very good!"
"I don't know where your confidence comes from..."
"But boy, angering me won't do you any good."
"Then let's decide the outcome with one move!"
"If you can withstand this attack from me, I will allow you to continue talking in this living room!"
"If you lose... everything is off the table!"
"But don't worry, for Mengmeng's sake, I won't do anything to you."
"At most I'll send you back to where you came from, and never let you see my daughter again!"
"Father!"
“That’s not fair!”
Tu Mengmeng said anxiously:
"Qinglong, don't promise my father!"
"Brother Lei..." Tu Yurong looked at Xia Bolei, hesitant to speak, wanting to say something.
Chabrol looked back at her and shook his head.
Tu Yurong sighed helplessly.
She understood what her husband meant, which was for her to not interfere and let him handle it...
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