"An expert?"
The young master's face instantly changed.
As the young master of the Kailamochi Clan, both he and the elderly man in the black robe behind him had seen much of the world. In their eyes, an ordinary True God was hardly considered an expert.
There was only one kind that could be called an expert, and that was a Totem God!
"A Fu, are you saying he's a Totem God?"
The young master asked in a low voice.
"Young master, to render over three hundred True God Guards speechless at once—that's clearly a method only a Totem God would possess!"
The black-robed elder's forehead gleamed with a cold sweat as he hastily replied.
"This..."
The young master's face began to twitch slightly, almost wanting to curse out loud. Why on earth did he have to run into a Totem God at this moment?
A Totem God!
Such a being was simply not someone he, a good-for-nothing waiting to die, could afford to provoke. Yes, the ancestor of the Kailamochi House was indeed a Totem God.
