"Yi Demiao, we have no grievances or hatreds, do we? Setting up such a large formation to deal with me, aren't you afraid of losing both your wife and soldiers?" Xiao Chen asked indifferently.
Yi Demiao snorted coldly and said, "Since you're so confident, why don't you take a guess?"
Xiao Chen thought for a moment and said, "What's your relationship with Luo Qing?"
"He's also considered half a disciple of mine!" Yi Demiao said with a cold laugh, "You're not stupid, do you know why you're going to die here today?"
"So it turns out Luo Qing was a disciple of Hu Jian Villa. It seems that no one in the martial arts world knows this secret, you've hidden it well?" Xiao Chen said calmly.
"Xiao Chen!"
Just then, with a furious shout, a figure as imposing as Yi Demiao flew from the back mountain.
This person was about the same age as Yi Demiao, with a cultivation level reaching half a step into the True Martial Realm, his cold gaze staring at Xiao Chen, filled with deep-seated hatred.
