"Isn't Bishop Ci Xiang well experienced?" Gao Ming smirked, no longer concealing his true intentions: "If the Mountain Lord wants my head, then he'd better be ready to go to hell with me."
"You're not his match." Bishop Ci Xiang had witnessed in the underground office how Gao Ming summoned malice, causing a ghostly deity shadow to appear behind him. Yet, even so, he didn't believe Gao Ming could kill the Mountain Lord.
"Director Li, calm down!" Jia Youzhi tightly gripped Gao Ming's arm: "Reality isn't a movie, and you've only got one life. Don't mistake your past luck for your own strength!"
