Xiao Zhenlong suddenly let out a miserable laugh, struggling to say, "In the matter of those years, I was not wrong!"
Ye Xuan said indifferently, "So what?"
Xiao Zhenlong restrained the miserable laugh, gazing at Ye Xuan, "You are too overbearing!"
Ye Xuan casually tossed Xiao Zhenlong aside and simultaneously released the Dragon Cutting Hand's control over the Desolate God, speaking slowly and calmly, "So what?"
These two words rendered Xiao Zhenlong speechless.
Ye Xuan knew that the fault of that incident lay with him, but he never bothered to explain anything.
No need.
Too lazy to explain.
Still the same words.
When the weak shout hoarsely, no one cares.
When the strong whisper, it strikes deep.
Xiao Zhenlong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking a bit sorrowful, he said coldly, "You will die sooner or later."
"Even if you kill me today, there will still be another me rising to resist you!"
Xiao Zhenlong said fiercely.
