"Humph! Emperor Xiaoyao, Mo Xiaoyao!" At this moment, a cold snort from a middle-aged man echoed from the front of the crowd on the right.
Subsequently, that middle-aged man, full of arrogance, stepped out of the crowd, looking down contemptuously at Mo Xiaoyao, and shouted coldly, "What a seventh disciple of Emperor Nine Nether, what an Emperor Xiaoyao who practices both martial arts and physical form, I've long wanted to meet you!
Tonight, let me take Mo Xiaoyao's head and show the world what it means that there is always someone stronger!"
"Who are you? Where did you come from? I've never seen you before." Mo Xiaoyao coldly looked at the middle-aged man who stepped out and said coldly.
"My name is Ling Sang!" After this middle-aged man Ling Sang announced his name, the arrogance on his face intensified.
