"Hehe."
Faced with everyone's ridicule, Ling Xiao just gave a slight smile.
Whether what he said was true or not, there was no need for words; the upcoming battle would be the best proof.
Mo Ying, aren't you trying to make me look foolish? Then I'll make you the biggest clown today!
He casually beckoned to Mo Ying, "Come on, let me see your true strength!"
He stood there without using any weapon, not even performing a Beast Soul Transformation.
He gazed at Mo Ying with a look of calmness, as if he didn't even consider Mo Ying worth noticing.
"Do you look down on me?"
"Fine, then I'll show you what I'm made of!"
Mo Ying snorted coldly, and instantly, a Broken Sword flew out from the Storage Ring.
A powerful energy, like a gale, circled around his body.
The seemingly frail body of his contained a terrifying power.
His powerful energy was somewhat like Ling Xiao's, containing extremely strong murderous intent, sinister and cold.
