"Haha!"
Yunxiao burst out laughing. He could not remember when was the last time he had seen such a poser, because all those who dared to posture in front of him had died. As he laughed, his voice grew cold and his eyes were slowly filled with a murderous look.
Ding Ling'er's nostrils flared, and she said, "What's the difference between this and killing him?"
Cheng Feiche shook his head and sighed. "This guy doesn't seem to appreciate it. Miss Ling'er, you can't blame me for that. Please get out of the way, both of you, lest you accidentally get hurt later." No sooner had he spoken than the group of warriors behind him broke out and surrounded Yunxiao.
Yunxiao did not pay attention to these Martial Masters, who could not pose a threat to him, but instead fixed his eyes at the two Martial Kings and four Martial Lords standing beside Cheng Feiche.
