"If you don't want to die an ugly death, then commit suicide." Ling Wumi said indifferently. His eyes were calm. In his eyes, the great Grandmaster of heavenly Yin was already dead. He had just died in a different way.
"You're talking nonsense, you're courting death. " The great Grandmaster of Tian Yin was infuriated by Ling Wushang's disdainful gaze. As the Crown Prince of the underworld God clan, this was the first time in his life that he was ignored like this. Even Ming Cangyuan didn't dare to ignore him.
He had completely forgotten that he was no longer the same dark cangye he had been.
The great Grandmaster of shady firmament sect jumped up with a furious roar and struck his palm toward Ling Wushang's chest.
