"Is your name Song Feiyu? Do you want this day next year to be the first anniversary of your death?" Xiao Luo asked as he raised his head to look at the arrogant man atop the rank-seven exotic beast, Qiong Qi. Song Feiyu had lost his patience. The pompous man had trampled on his dignity, and he could not bear it anymore.
"Haha, haha…"
Song Feiyu could not stop laughing. "Such a brainless jerk. It looks like you don't know how powerful I am." He waved at a guard general below and shouted, "Throw those two corpses to him. Let him know what kind of person I am."
"Yes, Young Master!" the general responded and obeyed the command immediately.
With a wave of the general's hand, the guards moved aside to open up some space for two mounted guards to ride forward. Then, they threw two corpses, one big and another smaller one, onto the ground close to Xiao Luo.
