"Understood, Father."
Xu Ying nodded, then turned to look at Ling Xiao, her eyes seething with venomous resentment and coldness.
Ling Xiao merely glanced at her indifferently, without saying a word.
His battle with Zuo Leng was an open and fair fight, devoid of ambushes and deceit; moreover, it took place on the Cliff of Life and Death where they even signed a life-and-death contract.
The other party wanted to kill him, but instead, he was the one to turn the tables and kill his opponent. He felt neither a shred of guilt nor any sympathy.
"I will definitely kill you!"
Xu Ying's words were very direct, devoid of any subtlety.
"Zuo Leng once said the same, yet he is the one in the coffin, not me."
Ling Xiao countered sharply.
His current targets were no longer so-called geniuses like Minɡ Tian, Xu Ying, and Zhao Zhi.
It was the previous generation of talents like Hei Suo and the Demonflame Celestial he was aiming to surpass.
