"Those words were from you?" Zhao Tiezhu sneered. He was curious why Yi Yun had not died after falling down a cliff that was tens of meters high. He did not believe anyone could be that lucky and had used some trick to give the men refining the desolate bone a false impression.
Zhao Tiezhu had originally thought that a warrior with some means had challenged him, so he could use overwhelming strength to kill the other. But unexpectedly, what faced him was this useless little monkey, Yi Yun.
With this, he was unable to show off. How could killing a little monkey that only reached his chest be show worthy?
What Zhao Tiezhu was thinking was the method to which he could use to kill Yi Yun, one that would make Yi Yun most uncomfortable and afraid.
"Of course it was me. Wasn't what you just said nonsense?" Yi Yun held his arms behind him with an expression that was clear. Did you need to ask such a retarded question?
