"You've got good composure, kid," Meng Gongwei grinned, his regard for Ling Chen rising a notch. However, in his view, Ling Chen was merely putting on a brave front. In a real fight, Ling Chen wouldn't last a single exchange against him.
"What exactly are the Blood Refining Sect and the Myriad Beasts Sect plotting? Tell me, and I will spare your life."
Ling Chen seemed to pay no heed to anyone else's words, speaking only to himself.
Zuo Yun's expression turned somewhat gloomy. Has this guy lost his mind? There should be a limit to bluffing. His opponent clearly saw through him, yet he continued to talk to himself. This is stupidity to the utmost degree.
Yao Fang also couldn't help but frown. Arrogance taken too far is indeed foolishness.
