The Evil King was furious, his face turning red,
"Mo Lin, this is none of your business, step back." The Evil King scolded Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin weren't a Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal, he would have slapped him to death.
Such a disgrace.
Everyone's eyes were now focused on Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was fearless, ignoring the Evil King's words, and calmly stepped forward to the center position.
Lu Xiao was puzzled by Mo Lin's display.
Even if Mo Lin wanted to show off, why would he choose this way to die?
Lu Xiao was astonished, thinking this was someone who had lived enough already!
A mere Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal shouldn't take himself too seriously.
"My God... what are you doing?"
Lu Xiao walked forward apprehensively and grabbed Mo Lin's clothes, trying to pull him back.
But Mo Lin remained unmoved, completely unyielding.
"You're truly crazy." Seeing Mo Lin unyielding, Lu Xiao sighed helplessly and retreated, deciding not to bother with him.
