"He's the one I intend to kill; it's not your place to lay a finger on him."
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Song Yun's words were practically a textbook example.
You, Xiang Jia, are arrogant; I am even more so.
Upon hearing Song Yun's words, both Xiang Jia and the mutant beasts paused for a moment.
Then Xiang Jia scoffed with laughter, "Hahaha, outsider, your technique of True Energy Palm Shadow that pierces through space is impressive, but it's too weak. Moreover, you're merely at the mid-stage of the sss level. Hmm, daring to provoke me? I guess you don't even know how to spell the word 'death', do you?"
"Of course, I know how to spell 'death.'" Song Yun replied with a cold smile, "Do you want it? I can write it a hundred times in minutes and send it all to you."
"You..."
Xiang Jia, unable to outtalk Song Yun, trembled with anger, his eyes glaring wide open.
Ror, held in the mouth of the mutant beast, looked utterly aggrieved.
