Descendant of the Martial King?
Su Yu never thought that Zhou Hao, a child who grew up in the wild, would be a descendant of the Martial King?
How could he live in such a miserable state?
Well, that was normal.
It had been 100,000 years. No matter how strong the ancestor was, he was still an ancestor. If he really calculated it, there was no guarantee that any random passerby now would be a human king.
When it came to bloodline, it was just that important.
The key was still him!
No matter how strong a martial King’s bloodline was, he did not dare to fight or kill. It was just fart. It could only be said that his foundation might be higher.
Su Yu thought about it and did not care too much. He smiled, looked outside and said indifferently, “Come in!”
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A moment later, Zhou Hao entered the Su family’s hall.
Su Yu was drinking tea.
