Lin Xiao laughed. This wasn't the first time someone had asked for his last words. What a pity. Every single person who had asked him that question had never lived to see the next sunrise.
Lin Xiao gazed down at Du Shaokun as if he were an ant. He was just a young man who had recently broken through to the Heaven Level.
"You filthy beggar, what are you laughing at?" Du Shaokun barked harshly.
"I'm laughing at your stupidity, of course!"
Instead of getting angry, Du Shaokun laughed. "A mere beggar dares to talk so arrogantly. Good. Very good. I'll make you understand the meaning of regret!"
As his words fell, Zhao Chengshan seemed to recall something and quickly interjected, "Du Shaokun, this trash is deceptively strong, be careful!"
Du Shaokun sneered. "Zhao Chengshan, have you lost your mind? I'm a Martial Artist. You think I can't discern his cultivation level?"
