"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Ye Mo looked at Liao Shan and smiled.
"I- I-" Liao Shan's teeth chattered. He couldn't even speak properly.
There had been no heaven-shattering battle nor a bloody scene, but Liao Shan felt terror in his bones. He was a yellow level warrior of the Liao family and had even seen earth level masters fight more than once, but he had never seen such maniac means. He had merely waved his hand and a person turned to dust.
Such a powerful person had been beated and gotten quite heavy injuries. Who could be stronger than him? This was beyond his comprehension.
What shook him even more was that a chair suddenly appeared in the young man's hand and he sat down.
"Qianbei, if you have any questions, just ask, just ask." Liao Shan finally understood why Ye Mo hadn't killed him.
Although he couldn't be sure that he would survive if he answered, he knew that if he didn't, he would be turned to dust straight away.
