Enraged, Ling Sang spat out black blood and roared angrily at Mo Xiaoyao ahead, "I! I will cut you down!"
Seeing Ling Sang barking like a mad dog, Mo Xiaoyao still had a disdainful look on his face and said, "Come! I am standing right here, waiting for you to slaughter me. If you have the guts, come over!"
"You! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Looking at Mo Xiaoyao's demeanor, Ling Sang gritted his teeth and spat out viciously.
Speaking of going over alone, in his heavily injured state, he indeed dared not.
"Hmph, the so-called heir of the Spirit Martial Emperor, what a useless coward, aspiring to cultivate Martial Arts. Just go back home and farm." Mo Xiaoyao continued to mock relentlessly.
"You!"
"Alright, Brother Ling, they are just dying people; no need to be angered by the words of the dead." Seeing Ling Sang continuously enraged, Emperor Guangming, Jing Tianyu, spoke up to comfort him.
