The Familiar Mutation of the Palace

Mike looked at the fierce-looking Luo Minzhang and said with a smile.

"Your Highness, what if I refuse to give it to you?"

Luo Minzhang's face changed and he said, "Then go to hell and regret it!"

After saying that, Luo Minzhang took an offensive posture.

Luo Minzhang took a long spear out from his back.

He suddenly thrust it at Mike.

Mike reacted quickly and immediately took out his magic sword to block it.

However, no matter how good the quality of Luo Minzhang's long spear was, it was no match for Mike's magic sword.

The moment the long spear touched the magic sword.

Luo Minzhang felt a huge pressure spread between his two palms.

Soon, the spear in his hand was knocked to the ground.

Seeing the spear fall, Luo Minzhang reached out to pick it up.

By this time, Mike had already put his magic sword to Luo Minzhang's neck.

"You lost, Third Prince."

Mike said indifferently.