《Warrior’s Promise》Warrior's Promise
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Chapter 999: Prisoner
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
Unexpectedly, the experts of the East Sea Dragon Palace followed him here!
This place was tens of thousands of miles away from the sea area where the East Sea Dragon Palace was located. He thought that he was completely safe and didn’t expect that they still followed him.
Su Mo did not linger and rushed to the sky. He was disadvantaged in the sea.
But there was no chance for him to escape this time.
Above, a dozen flood dragons were rushing to him.
Su Mo stopped and looked serious. He had to fight now.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!”
Dozens of flood dragons surrounded him in a split second.
Su Mo was shocked upon seeing the dragons. Eight of them were even stronger than the black dragon patriarch.
“Sh*t!” He held the Demonic Sword and ran his Dark Force.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!”
The flood dragons turned into humans.
The leading character was an old man. He was burly, solemn, and had a horrible aura that made Su Mo shake.
“Brother Long Zhong, it’s him! He killed many of our shrimp soldiers and crab generals!”
At this moment, a figure arrived. It was Prime Minister Turtle.
Prime Minister Turtle pointed at Su Mo and said.
The burly old man sized Su Mo up and said, “Su Mo, why did you kill our men?”
Su Mo was shocked. How could this man know him?
He suddenly remembered that he had seen this man.
A month ago when the Fighting Spirits’Plane opened, this man was there.
No wonder!
“They wanted to kill me first. How can I just wait and die!” Su Mo said in a deep voice and was figuring a way out.
“Nonsense!”
The Prime Minister Turtle thundered before the burly old man could say something. “Brother Long Zhong, don’t listen to this man. We have to punish him!”
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Prime Minister Turtle did not care why Long Zhong knew Su Mo, but he did not care.
The burly old man looked at Su Mo up and said, “Su Mo, no matter what, you killed our men. I can’t let you go. I’ll take you back to the East Sea Dragon Palace!”
Long Zhong knew that Su Mo was something, so he did not act rashly.
Su Mo wanted to run away at once, but reason told him that it was unwise to run away.
This Long Zhong alone was already a dozen times stronger than the patriarch, not to mention the others. He did not stand a chance to escape.
If he went to the East Sea Dragon Palace, there might be a chance since he did a favor to Long Teng.
Moreover, there might be an opportunity to escape on the way to the Dragon Palace.
Su Mo nodded his head after a short deliberation.
“Let’s go!” said Long Teng.
Then, they went to the East Sea Dragon Palace.
Su Mo was still surrounded by the flood dragons. Apparently, these flood dragons thought that Su Mo would escape any time.
Especially the Prime Minister Turtle, who stared at Su Mo all the way.
Su Mo was helpless and gave up on the thought of running away.
They didn’t fly out of the sea. After 18 hours, they arrived at the East Sea Dragon Palace.
The East Sea Dragon Palace was located in a submarine basin, covering an area of thousands of miles. It was a magnificent city.
Thick city walls surrounded the whole basin.
The walls were shining. A huge Palace-protecting Formation shrouded the city.
Inside the Palace-protecting Formation, there were numerous palaces and towers that looked luxurious and magnificent.
This is the strongest superpower of the Demons, the East Sea Flood-dragon tribe.
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Long Zhong and the other experts took Su Mo into the city gate.
“Haha! Kid, you will die here!”
The Prime Minister Turtle laughed and looked at Su Mo with a wicked-looking face.
Su Mo glanced coldly at him and ignored him.
“Humph!” The turtle thought that Su Mo was pretending to be calm.
Many of his subordinates were killed by Su Mo, and he was almost killed by Su Mo. He would never let Su Mo go easily.
…
There were also many other tribes lived in the East Sea Dragon Palace and served the Flood-dragon tribe.
Therefore, the East Sea Dragon Palace was vast and abundant with demons.
There was a Punishment Hall to punish the outlaws.
Long Zhong took Su Mo directly to the Punishment Hall to wait for the trial.
The prison was a dark stone chamber with a powerful formation. It was impossible for one who was lower than Lv 7 Martial Royal Realm to escape from the formation.
Su Mo smiled bitterly in the chamber. How did he end up in here?
This time, he really screwed up!
His brow furrowed tightly. He could not come up with a good idea and his only hope was Long Teng.
If Long Teng did not help him, he would really be doomed.
Fortunately, his cultivation was not sealed, so there was still a chance to escape.
He then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to cultivate.
Time passed slowly. Two hours later, the door opened.
“Rumble!”
It was the Prime Minister Turtle with two men behind.
The turtle snarled, “Kid, get the fu*k outta here! Let’s go to the Punishment Hall!”
Su Mo opened his eyes, shot a cold glance at the turtle and stood up before walking out.
Although he really wanted to slay this old turtle with one stroke, now was not the time.
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