With Leocadio Delgado's status, he would definitely be able to understand these words.
As the national fate descended, it was less than a hundred meters away from the altar.
Leocadio kneeled on the ground; his teeth were bleeding, and his eyes were red. He pressed his palms on the ground, looking like a dog.
Sooner or later, he would be completely crushed by the fate of the country.
Braydon Neal looked at him and said softly, "Marshland chose the son of the country's fate and didn't avoid choosing relatives. You, the prince of Marshland, are trying to inherit the country's fate. If you succeed, you will inherit the throne of Marshland in the future. It's a good plan."
Perhaps from the very beginning, the higher-ups of Marshland had never considered letting the other genius martial artists of Marshland bear the fate of the country.
Was there no more talented genius than Leocadio in the entire Marshland?
There must be!
