For them, just having some soup was enough.
After all, they didn't need to risk their lives; just doing the bare minimum was already good enough to deserve some soup.
"Get down for your young master!"
After Mo Wenhu's powerful attack once again pushed back two Human Clan Shield Guards several steps, Nezha made his entrance.
The Wind and Fire Wheel spun as Nezha leapt into the air, and after flipping over, the Fire-tipped Spear in his hand fiercely chopped down.
A trace of disdain clearly flashed across Mo Wenhu's eyes!
A mere late-stage Xuanxiao Fighting Card Master, and he dares to rush up by himself!
Didn't you see that even your Human Clan Shield Guards couldn't withstand my attacks?
Mo Wenhu stood upright, raising its paw, ready to block the attack of Nezha's Fire-tipped Spear.
However, the ink pattern on the back of its other paw also shimmered for a moment, making it evident that Mo Wenhu's paw was covered with a layer of dark glow.
