"Ling Xiao, have you gone mad? Didn't you hear what our Shangguan brother said? Doing this, aren't you afraid he'll kill you?"
The Martial Artist who had his finger cut off asked in panic.
"Afraid?"
Ling Xiao let out a disdainful sneer and said, "If he wants to die, are you planning to follow him and die too? I'll give you ten breaths of time to get lost, otherwise, none of you will leave here alive!"
Terrifying!
Too powerful!
Is this really Ling Xiao?
The rumored Son of the Demon God?
Ling Xiao had too many nicknames, most of them fierce and given by his enemies.
He didn't feel annoyed by these titles; instead, he thought they weren't bad.
"Ling Xiao, you're doomed."
Despite shouting that, the disciples from Phoenix God College on the highest floor of the Tianyuan Treasure Pagoda fled as if their lives depended on it.
"And those still cultivating inside, get out! Don't make me repeat myself."
