Xia Yunpeng and Xia Yunhai never imagined that Zhao Yuanzhong would directly swear a Blood Oath.
Zhao Yuanzhong was over sixty years old, and a Martial Artist at the Sealed Martial Realm Fourth Layer.
It would have made sense if Lin Hao were someone from a higher realm, or if his cultivation level was greater than Zhao Yuanzhong's. The problem was, Lin Hao was neither.
Besides, Lin Hao had made countless enemies. Pledging allegiance to him was simply digging one's own grave.
For this very reason, while Xia Yunpeng was polite to Lin Hao, he had never considered following him.
Now, Zhao Yuanzhong's actions left Xia Yunpeng stunned.
As for Xia Yunhai, he was already looking at Zhao Yuanzhong as if he were an idiot.
"What are you doing...?" Lin Hao looked at the kneeling Zhao Yuanzhong, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
But the Blood Oath had been sworn. What else could Lin Hao say? He could only dart to Zhao Yuanzhong's side and personally help him to his feet.
