Li Hao raised a brow as he took a look at the prince’s entourage. Black Armaturas! There were only one hundred of them, but judging from their footsteps and aura, Li Hao could sense that they were very strong. Although armor concealed them, none of them was weaker than Sunderer and a haze of aura surrounded them. I wonder how many Dominators or greater they have?0

The Demon Hunters behind Li Hao paled far in comparison.0

A merry He Yong looked in the prince’s direction. “What are you still looking at him for, do you want a fight?”0

“Is he strong?”0

“Can you not tell?”0

“I can read a little bit of his strength,” Li Hao replied thoughtfully. “He’s a strong martial master, but I can’t tell how many supernatural locks he’s saturated. How does he compare to Martial Uncle He?”0

“I don’t know.” He Yong shook his head. “I knew a little before, but then he foraged in a couple of ruins. His strength should’ve risen greatly, so I can’t determine what his exact condition is. He hasn’t fought in a long time.” He turned to Li Hao and transmitted the next part, “What are you doing with the old guy from the administrative governm...0