"If you don't scram, I'll kill every last one of you!"
Ling Xiao's voice was icy and chilling, devoid of any emotion, as if it emanated from the depths of Nine Nether Hell.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
The woman roared.
"I'll give you three breaths to disappear from my sight, otherwise I'll start killing."
Ling Xiao extended three fingers and looked coldly at the proud and angry woman, speaking indifferently.
He simply didn't believe that the Four Great Families of Wanlei Deadland could be stronger than the Four Great Empires or stronger than the Zhengyi Sect.
If he even feared these so-called Four Great Clans, how could he talk about unifying the White Tiger Continent?
As a ruler, he could not lack dominance, nor could he be afraid!
"Three."
Ling Xiao retracted one finger, his gaze still icy.
The woman stepped back, hesitating whether to leave.
Clearly, these three were strong, and they might not be a match for them.
