This brought Ying Long immense regret, almost driving him mad.
Xiao Mu's strength had already broken through to the Late Tongxuan Realm, and he was no longer afraid of Ying Long. He calmly said, "I've always lived well. Those who wanted me dead never had a good ending."
Ying Long's teeth gritted intensely, almost cracking, his eyes emitted a fierce light, "I can't figure out how you killed Ghost Words and his men. With your strength, you shouldn't have been able to pull it off."
"If you want to know, you can go down and ask them."
There was a trace of sarcasm in Xiao Mu's tone.
Ying Long was furious. He was too enraged, steam rising from his body in thick columns as his anger evaporated his moisture, "Arrogant people never live long, Xiao Mu, I hope you can continue to be arrogant."
"Ying Long, what happened? Do you know this person?"
