"Arrogant, aren't you? Weren't you being so arrogant just now? Try acting arrogant for me again!"
Chi Ling let out a twisted, savage laugh, intoxicated with his own triumph.
Over a hundred puppets—this was his trump card.
Xu Yang had practically driven him mad with rage. They'd already reached the Chi Xue Dao Field, and Xu Yang still dared to act this wildly before him?
"Brat, kneel and beg for mercy right now. If I'm in a generous mood, maybe I'll spare your miserable life." Chi Ling sneered arrogantly, watching the grim look on Xu Yang's face—inside, he was savoring the moment to the fullest.
Now you finally know fear?
Too late!
"Make me kneel to you? Do you even deserve that honor?"
Xu Yang's gaze was icy and menacing: "A mere lackey like you, so brazen—does your master know?"
Chi Ling exploded with rage: "What the fuck are you? You dare insult me? My master's affairs are none of your concern!"
