King's Awakening-Chapter 647 - : Yes, I am the Saint Heir!

Chapter 647: Chapter 647: Yes, I am the Saint Heir!

Is White Mitchell the Saint Heir?

Upon hearing Mr. Ian’s speculation, Mr. Leon, who was off to one side, also jumped in shock.

If White Mitchell is really the Saint Heir, that would seriously complicate things.

If he’s the Saint Heir, I never stand a chance against him.

Even though I am a prodigy, if I offend the Saint Heir, that would be disastrous.

The power behind me certainly wouldn’t rise against a Saint Heir of such stature just for my sake.

When that time comes, I might just be abandoned.

At present, White Mitchell’s combat power seems almost invincible, and he also possesses a tremendously powerful Spiritual Artifact.

This point aligns quite closely with Mr. Ian’s speculation.

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After all, who else other than a Saint Heir would invest such significant resources in someone so young, giving him such a formidable Spiritual Artifact?

With these thoughts in mind, Mr. Leon’s body couldn’t help but shiver.

The Saint Heir?

On the other side, White Mitchell was stunned for a moment upon hearing their conjecture, not quite comprehending at first.

However, seeing their frightened appearances, he surmised that this so-called Saint Heir must be someone remarkable.

Given that they now appeared to fear him over his assumed status, it seemed wise to play along as the Saint Heir and resolve this current predicament.

With those thoughts in mind, a playful grin formed at the corner of White Mitchell’s mouth, and he said, “At least you’ve got some discernment!”

Is he… really the Saint Heir?

Having heard White Mitchell’s response, both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian couldn’t help but inhale sharply, their scalps tingled instantly.

“Such a shame, I was looking forward to toy with you a little longer, but you’ve already figured me out.” White Mitchell put on a bored expression.

Fuck!

Seeing the irreverent demeanor on White Mitchell’s face, both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian nearly exploded in anger.

However, after all, he was the Saint Heir.

They could neither defeat him in a fight nor in terms of lineage, they had little choice but to concede.

But, now they were even more certain about White Mitchell’s identity.

After all, these so-called Saint Heirs tended to have all sorts of eccentric temperaments.

Someone like White Mitchell that liked to play coy was actually not uncommon among the Saint Heirs.

So they didn’t harbor much doubt about Mitchell’s claims and stood obediently before him.

Seeing this, White Mitchell sneered, “Now that you know who I am, do you still plan to continue?”

Continue?

Both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian shared a wry smile.

Continue my ass!

We can’t defeat you in a fight, we can’t overpower you, what’s the point of continuing?

For a moment, both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian could do nothing but shake their heads.

Nevertheless, seeing the woven seat in Mitchell’s hand, Mr. Leon couldn’t help but say, “Saint Heir, perhaps you could give me one of those seats? I will meet any of your demands.”

“Yes, same here, do you need Blood Stones or a Spiritual Artifact? I can give those to you.” Mr. Ian chimed in.

White Mitchell sneered, “Do you truly believe I would value your trinkets?”

At this…

The expressions on both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian’s faces froze, a look of humiliation veiling their countenances.

Indeed, he is the Saint Heir. What could he possibly lack? Where would he need their items?

For a moment, the morale of both Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian plummeted drastically.

Just then, Mitchell glanced back at Anne Sabin, who was enjoying the spectacle from a distance, before turning to Mr. Leon and Mr. Ian, “You can’t seize what’s in my hands, but surely, you’re still capable of taking what’s in the hands of others?”