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Zhou Heng glanced at Ling Han, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Since we're not battling against Hysteria at the moment, playing some pranks shouldn't be an issue."

In other words, the animosity between Ling Han and Golden Silk Moth was only a joke.

If it was only a joke, then would there be any need for others to interfere?

Feng Wuding wanted to dispute this, but he quickly realized that he couldn't find a good counterargument.

Seventh Tier elites were indestructible and undying, so was there any fear of Golden Silk Moth being pranked to death by Ling Han?

Feng Wuding glowered at Ling Han before sweeping his gaze across Zhou Heng and Chu Hao. He committed these three people to memory. When he advanced to the Seventh Tier, he would definitely make these people regret their decisions.

He was the Son of Destiny! Disobeying him was equivalent to becoming enemies of the Genesis World!