This splash drenched Qiao Dongbo and his two sons into drowned rats on the spot, and even a corner of the king's sleeve had also been unavoidably tainted with a water stain.
The trio exchanged unsightly glances with each other before simultaneously redirecting them at Qiao Mu.
"If I truly wanted to go to the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm, do I even need to compete with all my might in order to obtain a quota?" Qiao Mu looked irritatedly at the father and son trio.
"What now, I can't go because I don't have a quota? If I want to go, can you pieces of trash stop me?" Qiao Mu ridiculed, completely disregarding how distorted Qiao Dongbo's face had become.
"Yet I must go to the secret realm in your Qiao Clan's name, and dig up its treasures at the risk of my own life only to benefit you? Qiao Dongbo, is it that you are braindead or that I am stupid? Huh? This kind of plan to benefit oneself at the expense of others, I've got to give props to you for thinking of such an idea."
