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.
