Sun Wushuang originally hoped that the Imperial Martial Artist could intimidate Ling Xiao.
But in the end, he suddenly realized that this Ling Xiao was truly a complete madman, utterly unyielding, no words could sway him.
Once this guy set his mind on something, not even ten Giant Dragons could pull him back.
"So what, you think I would be afraid?"
Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully: "But I still have to thank you, now I finally know the cultivation level of the Seven Little Saints, probably all at the Yin-Yang Realm Ninth Level.
Doesn't seem all that impressive.
So, you can really go and die now!"
"Puff!"
With a forceful grip, Sun Wushuang couldn't even let out a piercing scream.
His entire body was crushed instantly, like a mosquito being squished.
He was killed just so nonchalantly.
"Something worse than pigs and dogs, that kind of death suits you well."
